with a good friend, a front porch swing and a good conversation!
I love you and I thank you S!
created Jan 2008
How can one sit and think so fast
Of things to put in writing
Especially things I want to last
When all my thoughts are hiding
I feel the numbness all go out
The rush of blood so cold
My feelings start to fly about
And a poem I start to mold
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