Ann 22 I cry over pretty faces more often than not. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.

The rights words can set you free. October 11, 2013 by Rebecca. The boards creak, alarm. I but pretend to sleep. The Goliath comes for me. This demon haunts my sleep. No relief comes with the dawn. I shave off my skin. A new day of filth. We all wear our masks. Come, the setting of the sun.

This blog will introduce you to some of the scattered inforamtion on the old irish kings as come across it and some of the poems i have written. Not much to tell spent most of my life working for low wages so i know what it is to find amusement with no money so used to write poetry whill kids played in the park. have it now published in a volume called the Compete Works of Judi Donnelly availabe amazon.

just me and my banjo. You can find me here www. Might get back into the habit of things. The Guardian, iPad drawing by Michael Startzman.