This morning mylaundry bag developeda large hole,spilling myclean laundryas I crosseda busy street. After I driedI discovered threesocks missing…. But life ain’t hard….. it’s the living thatwill kill yah’!
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
This morning mylaundry bag developeda large hole,spilling myclean laundryas I crosseda busy street. After I driedI discovered threesocks missing…. But life ain’t hard….. it’s the living thatwill kill yah’!