Dick poetry: older visions clarified and future poems will write themselves and sea to it my predecessors be better remembered. Memorial Day 2018.
I think about you. I think about you hard. I didn't like your attitude; it left my image of you marred. You were immature, sometimes a nasty ****. But there's a.
My nookie days are over My pilot light is out What used to be my sex appeal Is now my water spout Time was when, on its own accord From my.