Kindergutter—a Bursary Rhyme

Apparently, I'm reviewing our finances tonight.


Little, Little People

The everyday clowns who believe they are running your business.

Crowd Control

This is the poem I've waited for years to flesh out, a work I'm dedicating to millions of innocent souls whose earthly existence were brutally robbed by our selfish generation.

Tropical Depression

Amidst our daily perfunctoriness, have we the assiduity to attend to the greeters beyond the greetings? Are we sure our friends and families are well?

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