The JiveA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
Like a moth to a flame
Like a bear to its honey Like the blind without braille They crash into you and me Spinning like a hurricane Cautious and Slow Laughing like children in the rain Cold air, we search for thy blow Aches and Pain Clumsy and Funny Songs of yesteryears Sounds are sweeter with whisky © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe |
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Added on July 27, 2014 Last Updated on July 27, 2014 Author
Kenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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