Sunday, October 28, 2018

Truce. by Randall K. Rogers



Aren't we
always at war?
I mean,
with ourselves,
until we got

a bottle?





Randall K Rogers from Rapid City, South Dakota, USA.  Some call him El Divino - and he begs to not differ. " I am quite humble,  wash feet when I can," Randall says.  Thank you for your interest in his tone
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