Wise Words with Bruce Wise
The Gauze of Sentences and Rhymes by Cu Ebide Aswerl I still recall those happy days, abandoned to time's tide,
when I would leap in Silver Lake, my hands and legs spread wide.
I loved to jump onto those lily pads, green shiny isles,
where bass fish swished, and flying insects rested on their smiles.
I'd run and try to grasp
Oddball Magazine