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Hope
my dreams hover like
chesterfield smoke clouds
in my grandmother's
inherited City Golf, but,
at every stop sign
I realize, maybe,
I'm the reason
you're still singing
life with me
and for a glimpse moment ...
hope has a longer
expiration date
chesterfield smoke clouds
in my grandmother's
inherited City Golf, but,
at every stop sign
I realize, maybe,
I'm the reason
you're still singing
life with me
and for a glimpse moment ...
hope has a longer
expiration date
Published 16th Sep 2020
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16th Sep 2020 10:51am
Oh ... this one is lovely ... resonates ... nice vivid details ... last line brings the poem home ...
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- Edited 17th Sep 2020 8:55pm
16th Sep 2020 11:19am
I have to agree with Lil as there are some beautiful details here, placing one in that place of thought and feeling.
I am going to nominate this for new member of the Month if this ok.
edited as i wrote this so badly first time. sorry.
I am going to nominate this for new member of the Month if this ok.
edited as i wrote this so badly first time. sorry.
16th Sep 2020 11:22am
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