Marooned Here I sit, wordless, Marooned, forgotten. I let my feelings float along with the music: Oud & guitar. Outside, on the other side of the window, The rain is spitting onto the cold, forever wet tarmac. According to the front page of the entertainment section of my weekend paper, Everyone is... Sign in to see full entry.
SANITY HAS LOST ITS MIND:
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A collection of written pieces and poems by Mark Pollins