of glass & plastic skin, fitted with rusty gears. In Ann Arbor, the fledglings have vanished from the oaks. In this parking lot, I begin uncovering our snow slushed promises. How your squeals slam ...
I am fearful I will will never get that fresh air My family, my future family nor I will never have that ahh fresh air It is a human right for breathing and peace Planet Detroit and Book Suey ...