July Poetry 2024
Trail Boss He flies through the air And lands with a crack. There's stars in his eyes A sharp pain in his back. But he gets up and Brushes the dust to the wind. With a big breath H…
Trail Boss He flies through the air And lands with a crack. There's stars in his eyes A sharp pain in his back. But he gets up and Brushes the dust to the wind. With a big breath H…