Grandpa
He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…
(I just fell in love with this verse; the world is going to tyrants, tell me it isn’t so?)
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.