For me. For you. For us.
The words formed a pile –
rumors, lies, acquisitions…
It wasn’t quiet in a while –
Just awful conditions.
The pride may as well froth,
To its heart content.
It is shaken and wroth,
But no one will repent.
There’ll be no “sorrys”
No empty explanations.
Let’s postpone the worries,
And delete the foundations.
We've Still Got Time
Experiencing life & slaying it while at it!!! ;)
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Writing Down The Bones
What I've always wanted
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Wel that end will be the start of a new beginning. Great poem👌
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Thank yo. Yes, I hope so 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Nice.
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Thank you 🙂
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