Thrown Out, But Not ForgottenA Poem by Dennis ShanabergOn Old Friends...An old friend’s birthday’s today, But what the Hell do I say? Haven’t talked to him in too long. Not since childhood was all gone. I’ve got too many like that-- Friends that I used to have. Friends that were so close-- Knowing all there was to know Before I let them go. And I let them all go Eventually. Consequentially, I find myself all alone, But I blame all of those That I got rid of so long ago. Pieces of trash that I threw away. Treasures for others who were willing to pay. © 2013 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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Added on January 12, 2013 Last Updated on January 12, 2013 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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