An island, or: No man’s

A HexSonnetta Folks think her good-natured; She often overhears It said she's "such a dear." Really though, she's wagered That none know her major Concern is her career. Truth is- people bug her; Still, she always smiles and- Has a polished style and- Steady, grips life's rudder- Never someone's sucker; The goal? A small island.… Continue reading An island, or: No man’s