THE GIRL ON THE WINDOW OR THE AISLE?

Neal Pollard Two women sitting on a plane They didn’t seem acquainted The “aisle one” seemed in anger and pain The other by cares seemed untainted “Window woman” smiled with a beam As past their row I filed The other was cursing at a full steam She was ruffled, rankled and riled After the flight, … Continue reading THE GIRL ON THE WINDOW OR THE AISLE?