Tag: Poetry

Homeless: I Could Be You

I drove right through the changing light Horns blowing as I went. I had to make just one more store, Before the day was spent.

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Our Souls, They are Not Dead

OUR SOULS, THEY ARE NOT DEAD In silence late one evening, I found myself alone Enjoying for the moment some peacefulness at home. A steamy

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