Ecb Poems - Poems about Ecb

...I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks. I wince at this......Read the rest...

...The cougar master at the helm slow progress, a daily trek. In harms way to clear a path make it safe for all, you see. An ambush from a shack the penetration was deep shredding metal and fles......Read the rest...