A coming-of-age narrative poem Little Johnny “Dimples” had a smile of warm bread. Grandma told him he’s a good boy, but, he wanted to be naughty, instead.Johnny said, I don’t want to play the goodie, I’m not a fan, I want to be Green Goblin, not Spider-Man!He kicked a can, head down, captured in aContinue reading “Dimples”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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