Hunting the Cotaco Creek, by Charles Ghigna
His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
believes in ghosts. It clings with finger set
on st...
His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
believes in ghosts. It clings with finger set
on st...
I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excuse will do.
I stopped to view upon a leaf a spider...
No one in the huddle laughed
when Howard said he was Jesus,
that if we did not believe him
we...