Next Time We See You, You’ll Be

There Are Times When One Friend Requires The Blind Faith Of Another.

The Night's Chilly Breath Tickles Up My Neck And Finds My Ear, Whispering Secrets Only The Wind Knows.

Write Like It Matters, And It Will.

You Have A Steady Fella?” Sam Asked After A Bit. “no Fella Can Hold Me For Long.” Sam Gave Her A Sideways Glance. “that A Challenge?” “no. A Statement Of Fact.

Careful There, Poet. I Might Start To Believe You.