Lots of X’s in SUV names these days, it seems.
I miss her most on days like this: A Poem by Keith M. Survell
I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.
A Cold Iron Hand – A Poem by Keith M. Survell.
Happy New Year everyone! Best wishes to everyone for a happy & prosperous (emphasis on the prosperous) 2004.