Incidental, short poems in English and Spanish
(lo lamento: mi teclado no tiene acentos!)
"Oh idle reader who with your time regales me
These humble pages will, I hope, amuse -
But should they not, then may at least my Muse
Bestow her grace upon her one-man army"
Before this was a road, there was a creek - A channel water carved into the rock. Now in its stead stands an office block: A vale of glass, and wood, and yellow brick.
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