Stave
Dry grass in the road
breaks thinly under my heel:
smell of too much sun.
*ink blot; several scribbles*
Buses should learn to stop for people on streetcorners. */cryptic*
..And those Dark Wizards should be hanged for what they have done. How can there be forgiveness for such vermin?
[[Oh look, he's discovered haiku. XD Strike hackable to friends.]]