The Scarlet Thread Anthology: The Rhyme of Samson Dime

Dime was seated in a chair one day, And watched the breeze and daffodils together play. Of his shoes and socks he quickly got rid, And gazed at a cloudy conglomerate he did. What the heavens advertised was neither wholesome nor good – (You’ll pardon me if my words are uncalled-for or rude) And retreat … Continue reading