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The Wanderers
He walks and wonders who he is looking for
Not knowing but thinking he will know her
When he comes across her
When he stops for a drink
Or something to eat
But he worries
Oh how he worries
That the woman he is looking for
Is there but walking right by
And he won’t realize that she was there
After all
But he continues on his journey into the unknown
And looks and worries and hopes
And so does she
Not knowing but thinking he will know her
When he comes across her
When he stops for a drink
Or something to eat
But he worries
Oh how he worries
That the woman he is looking for
Is there but walking right by
And he won’t realize that she was there
After all
But he continues on his journey into the unknown
And looks and worries and hopes
And so does she
Published 11th Mar 2016
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11th Mar 2016 10:05pm
As a woman on this similar
pathe. I centre'stand within my
spine.. and oh how you do
clutch it ..when ypu write
sentimentally like this.
Sweet gods, simple but felt
my darling thinlane
pathe. I centre'stand within my
spine.. and oh how you do
clutch it ..when ypu write
sentimentally like this.
Sweet gods, simple but felt
my darling thinlane
11th Mar 2016 10:26pm
12th Mar 2016 9:01am
it's a gamble; sometimes we get lucky.
here's a sober poem that wants a drink...
here's a sober poem that wants a drink...
12th Mar 2016 1:51pm
Thanks for the comment Mr F. If you've got time could you send me a note to expound on this thought a little?
Thanks a lot.
John
Thanks a lot.
John
