Remember, Little Writer, You'Re A Slave To The Host.

Poem By Jonny Brackney

just a poet.

not a
hero.

and a ghost
to most.

Comments about Remember, Little Writer, You'Re A Slave To The Host.

A ghostess to the mostess. The title says it. Dogg.
Short sweet and to the point. Love it. I def feel what you are saying
Interesting TAKE on things about hosts and ghosts....this would be a nice one to unleash around Halloween...right? Keep up the good work. NBB


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