As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
Somewhere
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Somewhere Somewhere, I suppose,there are olive trees unburnedand dust
unmixed with bloodon the wind. Somewhere children’s voices echofrom high,
unbroken wa...
8 hours ago
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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