You may not know Milo, but I do
Dunno about this one. Bit morbid even for me - perhaps its my subconscious warning me about myself, for its written unplanned slam poetry, I guess (but obviously, I am no man but a fish)
Yesterday, I sat beside my friend Its waves were low, or so it seemed No one was there, except for the fishes and the trees I was lost in my thoughtsAnd worried about the stuff that went all dayAnd te...
Why won't she love me? Why does she hate me?
Are you glad to be a dog? He twirls and hops like a happy frog.
a postcard story about the dogs and humans who rescue each other
Source: http://shorteststory.com/book
You're looking at a man who has been blessed. I have a fog and she's Daddy's little Princess.
Dunno about this one. Bit morbid even for me - perhaps its my subconscious warning me about myself, for its written unplanned slam poetry, I guess (but obviously, I am no man but a fish)
Yesterday, I sat beside my friend Its waves were low, or so it seemed No one was there, except for the fishes and the trees I was lost in my thoughtsAnd worried about the stuff that went all dayAnd te...
Why won't she love me? Why does she hate me?
Are you glad to be a dog? He twirls and hops like a happy frog.
a postcard story about the dogs and humans who rescue each other
Source: http://shorteststory.com/book
You're looking at a man who has been blessed. I have a fog and she's Daddy's little Princess.