Open Poetry #48 |
June, Vancouver |
KJOTT Member
since 2012-12-26
Posts 87Canada |
When I am old, here say, am older When I, already old, then, older Eftsoons my thoughts break absent over, Yet to me, sober Thoughts bespoke—spoke out word order Now I am old with you. Remember Holding, come what may, each other Until unseen, folds, rolls us under. Come along my girl her soldier, Resemble June our first Vancouver. . |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I like this. Alison |
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