A little after 0100 and it's still 90°F out. While better off then some, I still cant sleep.

There's that southern twang in his voice, When he says "yes ma'am"

Two lovers rest after an eventful day.

A tired scribble. 1/9/19

Just another poem. 12-25-18

Not the best, but not the worst I've written.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

Watch the sky's, Weary traveller.

Written just for a laugh.