Dusty Roads
Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields
Experimental literature and art
Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields
Broken child what kind of man have you become no one’s child you’re half the man you wanted to be
Lock up the Farm (redone) Money for charms, money for lust, money for hope, love aint enough, you took your
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
the pulse in me quickens as my heart gains momentum, my soles are worn from wandering with sack and cane
From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer