Doris could be adventurous as her family gathered at a picnic bonfire in Wyoming in the early 1960’s!
Tag: Summer Love
Dr Dris Poetic Note
In the darkness of the night came the rush of pure delight How can this now come my way while I am caught in deep dismay often now in an Angelic Maze. Have I entered my next phase?
Truly beneath all that is I define myself as a Holy Wiz--. Perhaps too soon I have settled down I want to laugh, to play and to clown. What is a clown caught in a trap--? Not Not which way to turn Nor how to act. What now my love Do I truly need a shrove? Where do I go? Which way do I flow? Continue reading