Expectorant Poems - Poems about Expectorant

...Running, dripping, or still; Life's a faucet, we’re a thirst, To never drink our fill. We drink and think We are immune to pain from one another, But brother, when it comes, The waterfall ......Read More

...So it was disinfectant after all, that's really bats, the plan was simple - we can get rid of the democrats; why didn't someone else think of that, perhaps they did, but not good enough - only a o......Read More