Away from the night
Everyone moves across the street
To be together, far from,
They are attracted to the light
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You can actually string a few words in a chain. I am so grateful. I have been hard pressed to find life in the last 20 poems I've looked at. Far from perfect but, really, I owe you a debt.
well robert i hope when i'm eighty years old, i hope i'm still writing about kissing some young thing if only in a poem it doesn't matter kissing or licking at eighty tell me robert do you get any response from the young fillys or are they seventy or eighty the old chicks anyway Robert dont be late you got eight The Blob
it seems sad n my mind.... being left alone and forgotten...not seen.....great piece ~hazel