Gone Are The DaysA Poem by arcandonA terrible day to be a leaf aching inside and crunching in the hills crippled, and afraid the tree it stepped from can no longer hold it and having many friends this time of year will sit in our hair knowing gone are the days we drift. © 2018 arcandon |
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Added on September 16, 2018 Last Updated on September 16, 2018 Author
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