Twas a day after our eighteenth,
sitting i, shaking cobwebs of sleep,
with my thoughts in a ditch so deep.
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well penned. i like the poem. thank you. We weren't perfect, but at least we're not blind. So at least even if we fall, we wouldn't fall behind. plz read mine
Hey! Thanks Tabish. your kind words are the grease my elbows needs.