That was fun. Can we do it again? This time, tell me one or two things you love to do...?
Sit and sip some fine red wine, laugh with friends as we dine. Sing a song or two of life, share our cheer, and forget our strife. Those are things I love to feel, hope it helps make your poem come real. xoxo Kris
Drinking wine, red only, and preferably Bordeaux. Having poetry read out to me by tall dark men. Preferably Garcia Lorca. Have fun!
Play scrabble and drink Citron Kamikazes out of a mason jar.
