Tag: Italy

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind
I had plenty of dots
I just had to connect them
Blood hath been shed ere now
Everybody knows that
He wasn’t me
I was getting butterflies by this time
An old dog lay on the rug
Ever since his father left
I was hungry for something
We’re taking it slow
When shall we three meet again?
By noon, he was gone
The bird woman clenched her teeth