Punctuality
the suppleness of spring leaves floating on chinook winds as the snow melts way to pavement of hot black tar trying to warm me walk into a bar start a tab its nine-thirty A.M. i'm late...
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tkurkos
I am a published poet twice over. I am 31 years old (in body), have three children, and a wonderfully supportive and decidedly beautiful wife.
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