Alabama on Soul Gravy by Cross Canadian Ragweed Then the telephone rings. Maybe I miss your lovin'. Maybe I miss your kiss. Just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lyin' right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch. A little too much. I just realized that I didn't think about Feb. 19th …
not everything is what you'd expect
She was looking for something. A little bit of escape. A little bit of how the other half lives. There on the soft cotton platform, she watched, touched, and heard the quickening breath of one, then two, then three. The rise and fall necks bent, backs bent, minds bent. She can see every detail in …
Dixie's Road Trip 