Life’s found me, atop your metal stairs
with sunset and a morphine silliness;
but the clocks cheat us, rushing age the raging
hours that for me, for you, seem stopped;
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Oh Stug, this is divine, I love it.... how lucky this lady is to receive a poem written so finely... you will be printed my friend! I am sure of that.... HG: -) xx
Hey, I liked this a lot! I have a silly one a similar theme: Swatted - A Sad Tale of Interspecies Love But yours is a far more lovely and poetic offering.... -chuck