by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
That was when we rode the carousel.
Plastic ponies on sticks and springs.
Tinsel and sparkling lights in winter.
Summer sun bounced off your skin. Continue reading
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
That was when we rode the carousel.
Plastic ponies on sticks and springs.
Tinsel and sparkling lights in winter.
Summer sun bounced off your skin. Continue reading →