A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, - no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
* * *
THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE
Young Adult
Entangled With My Hockey Step-brother
FRACTURED Goodness
FORBIDDEN ICE: CLAIMING THE CAPTAIN'S SISTER
THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION
The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love
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