Mo’s Prose – Day 331 / WTF?
Day 331 – Saturday, April 8, 2017 WTF Winkle, twinkle droppa-raina, falling ‘tween the rays, No sun-a-lotta, sis-boom-batta, spring-time […]
Day 331 – Saturday, April 8, 2017 WTF Winkle, twinkle droppa-raina, falling ‘tween the rays, No sun-a-lotta, sis-boom-batta, spring-time […]
Day 330 – Friday, April 7, 2017 2016 Taxes I hate taxes, Especially this year’s. I’m not a […]
Day 329 – Thursday, April 6, 2017 Spring Dreams Spring actually here! Breathing my freshly cut grass Brings barbecue […]
Day 328 – Wednesday, April 5, 2017 Reflections Reflections live in many forms, and in many so places, Like lakes […]
Day 327 – Tuesday, April 4, 2017 Chalkboard Wine In this last year of Crazyville, I see few days like […]
Day 326 – Monday, April 3, 2017 Other World Today seemed like a different place, One with conflicting lives […]
Day 325 – Sunday, April 2, 2017 Simplify I know I’m not a slob, but then my place –it […]
Day 324 – Saturday, April 1, 2017 Adventure Awaits! I know you’ve heard me grousing, And I’m sick of […]
Day 323 – Friday, March 31, 2017 Greener Grass It’s funny the things, that stick in your mind, Like […]
Day 322 – Thursday, March 30, 2017 Uhm…. I know there’s some fodder, that happened today, That could be […]