By crmillerA professor once had an office chairWorn and wrinkled through wear and tearIt held me close like a viceHe gave me a little adviceHe said... |Uncategorized
By crmillerThe Pour At Four Score Michael, On the occasion of your birthday I attempted to compose eight limericks, one for each of your decades. Instead,... |Uncategorized
By crmiller________________________________________________________ Immersed was I, in a textile strike by Wobblies, Li’l Red Songbook my Ticket to Fantasies. There were parades of the tugboats. Curmudgeons. Songs... |Uncategorized