Cooler By The Lake!

A very bad poem…just what did you expect! And another damn beat…just what did you expect!

WOOLGATHERING

Recently, for some reason, I’ve been flirty with a daydream. The reverie begins with me trying to remember the names and location of all the foster homes in which I was placed. Which is a chore as they number in the upper double digits. And made harder by the lengths of my stay. A few…