Standing Room only was available. Cannons roar, Muskets fire, Bugles blow, Pistols shoot, Bullets graze. I love to read them day and night. I love to read them in a house. I love to read them with a mouse.
Flowers live in grass.
There once was a new kid on the block. He said he liked to talk. He went to school and brought a mule that very new day. A POEM by Lynn Fresh air. I like air.