Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh it was ever thus with brothers. I suggest lining all doorjambs with sponge:)
there is great tragedy in doorswings. within great tragedy the earth is watered. see what grows:)i love brothers. just for this, i wish i was a boy.xoerin
Reminds of holey drywall...
This capturess conflict between siblings in so few words. I like it, Sir Humbucker.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.