but the poem every man
brings is written on the
hearts that rest along
the riverside washing
their things as he sits back
and smiles as her sonnets
sings songs of love to his
heart....
your piece is tight as usual...they are reviving my pen...
Email me N2. dadvetnj704@gmail.com. This is Gypsyman... I am on here now as The Shadow Poet.. just made it back after many years. Hope u make it back and are blessed.
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