Read the words, give them a thought or a laugh, allow them to penetrate your heart. Words are like magic! Visit my sacred place and let the words enchant you...
10-01-2007
Some thirty inches
Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my person goes And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon you to fraternize, Beware of rudely crossing it: I have no gun, but I can spit.
