ADRIFT, with my chaotic struggles,
i collapse into a bipoler ghetto, and
find broken strings, and dirty books,
and a friend with black smoke....
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Hi David, I think you have to kind of look for Love, It doesn't really drift in and work on it. Take care care David Unique and Excellent poem.
AND AFTER YOU FOUND LOVE, WERE YOU STILL ADRIFT? LOL! NICE WORK dAVID, MY GOOD FRIEND'''''''''''fjr
Frank asked the question I was thinking, a splendid read.