Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
Southerners don't have breakfast, lunch and dinner. They have Breakfast, Supper, and Dinner. Supper is the main meal, and usually commences around two in the afternoon. A big 'ol jug of Sun Tea is usually steeping on the back porch. Nothin' better, Yank!
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, January 02, 2020
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