IT CAME WRAPPED
IN PLAIN BROWN
PAPER:
A GIFT FROM
A FRIEND,
A MAN WHO
GOES
WAY BACK
WITH ME
AND CAN SEE
THE PATH I TAKE
ALONG THE MILES
OF LIFE,
HE HANDED IT
OVER WITH A
QUIET COMMENT
ABOUT
HELPING OUT,
BEING A PATRON
OF A POET
WHO IS CLINGING
TO THE CREATIVE
SCHEME
WHILE WALKING
DOGS
AND CATCHING
FROGS ALONG
THE LOS ANGELES
RIVER,
HE IS A GIVER
OF KINDNESS
AND BOUGHT
FOUR BOOKS
JUST TO
“COME ABOUT”
THERE IS NO
DOUBT
ABOUT HIS
INTENTIONS,
THEY ARE PURE
AND SURE TO
CATCH MY
ATTENTION,
AFTER I DISPLAY
MY DREAMY
COVER ART
YOU CAN TELL
US APART:
THE L.A. WRITER
AND ME,
SHE WHO LOVES
GIRLS
AND SWIRLS IN
THE DREAM OF
VAST SUCCESS