Jacob is the standing broad jump champion of Ballard St.
He’s dead.
That’s the spirit, Jacob! Light on your feet.
Good morning, Ballard Dears!
I wonder what Fuzzface thinks about it. Does he even notice?
/// Ankle deep in the snow, feeling numb,
he sees no signs of where he’s trudged from.
And yet why, looking back,
can he see his dog’s track?
“Snow is white. Someday my prints will come.”
Where are his tracks in the snow?
I can honestly say l don’t know.
It took me a while,
Then l said with a smile,
The man inbetween is John Doe!
oldpine52 about 4 hours ago
Jacob is the standing broad jump champion of Ballard St.
marilynnbyerly about 4 hours ago
He’s dead.
Shikamoo Premium Member about 4 hours ago
That’s the spirit, Jacob! Light on your feet.
Good morning, Ballard Dears!
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member about 2 hours ago
I wonder what Fuzzface thinks about it. Does he even notice?
Solstice*1947 about 2 hours ago
/// Ankle deep in the snow, feeling numb,
he sees no signs of where he’s trudged from.
And yet why, looking back,
can he see his dog’s track?
“Snow is white. Someday my prints will come.”
No 6 19 minutes ago
Where are his tracks in the snow?
I can honestly say l don’t know.
It took me a while,
Then l said with a smile,
The man inbetween is John Doe!