a boy can’t cry wolf Posted on April 16, 2019 by davidguerrieriwrites I knew I didn’t dream it, as nausea fills the morning. Sleeping well as a ranch hand, counting sheep all afternoon. I guess a boy can’t cry wolf anymore, even when he’s dying? Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Words Of An Average White Male 