Friday, March 12, 2021

Memoirs Of A Foolish Man Comments

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Rainy months fell upon my face while I withered away mourning my beloved.
Tracing in my wake; I'd search the memory that has taken my will into slavery.
The days are long with little rest for a weary mind aflame with desire.
For she had been lost to me because of self serving gratification.
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Donald R Wolff JR
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