"With-In-Finite..."A Poem by ChrisOn a cold, chill winter's day your very soul calls out for hot, steaming, aromatic - soup/stew -- thick with THAT special 'goodness' of being from home-made efforts. - a Viscous Liquid - simmers within the cauldron. Miasmic in its draw... stir and stir some more -
long and slow somehow. Stir, STIR with abandon! while you kiss the fingertips of yesterday - remember being ...again. - IS all you "lived" for... all the world. © 2012 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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