Little Anna

All ponytail, poodle skirt, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, Little Anna (school books tucked under her right arm) Ignores the school bell’s third and final toll [Aside.] To hell with punctuality! Sheepishly, she approaches a herder boy And he, quite smitten with the dark look of her eyes, Lends her his ear Do whatever it […]


The loses and regrets en this Life We bravely endure w/ the perfect poise of a paladin We do not mind the hard blows 2 the gut (even when they arrive en bunches) We do not mind the sword when it is driven, hilt-deep, ento the upper thigh We do not mind the occasional port-wine […]