You never know what you’ll find here.
Roadside Poetry.
She was all alone
In a room so dreary.
She needed a companion.
She shouted, Hey SIRI!
BURMA SHAVE
Google Burma Shave signs.
I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com View more posts
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