Lyndsey Grant

Biography of Lyndsey Grant

There was a wee lass named Lyndsey Lou
And from the green field oh how she grew
Until one day her Ma
Took her away
To sail the ocean blue
They came upon an Isle of fortune
And set up home amongst the commotion
To toil and trudge
Each turn a grudge
But oh how she loved the absorption
So here she is today all grown
Against the Manhattan skyline she calls home
Silently screaming all alone
She tells her secrets in whispers called poems Updates

One Liners

The one liners that flew
from your sharp tongue
and got stuck like Wrigley's spearmint gum
onto the bottom of my shoe
is were u belong.......

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