February 3rd, home of turbulence,
Your persistent tide is still alive in my veins.
In your garden, the soil is fertile,
Although flowers have withered in your overweening smile
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I cherish this poem. This is how it is when you cudgel your brain over a former event, which almost sent you to an insane asylum but you came back on you two feet.
You may need to read my poem '2006'
Continue to write.
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I cherish this poem. This is how it is when you cudgel your brain over a former event, which almost sent you to an insane asylum but you came back on you two feet. You may need to read my poem '2006' Continue to write.