End of Skid Row

I understand time passes by
Bit it's the new dawn that passes through.

One can sit one can wait
One can wonder what does life have to do.

But it's the little things, the bird, the babe
The mortar and brick, in which we use.

But is the underpin, with what's
From in, that it tells you what to do.

Ryan

Fish Bites

My day I'd know, I'd love it so -
From the south up to the north.

My hearts pounding, and my fist
clinching, onto the board which I call my date. Until I see that single fin-which pokes gently as a peak.

I finish all with a wink and a smile.
As I go sailing through the eb and the tide.

The End of Site

'twas the en of my site I could not fulfill, nor see.

What it was I was thinking doth dream you and me. From the water to the desert I have here for days.

But the only thing stopping me, was scoop with a glaze.