Poetry Crosstitch

[Leanne]

better men have tried
and tried
and true
believers hope
burns like a candle
in the wind
beneath my wings
I like spicy
isn't always better
homes and gardens
full of dead flowers
killed with a quill
in hand
some array the army
of one
against many
legged slimy things
will never be the same
time next year
in history
repeats itself
out of Dodge
the issues