My KeysA Poem by Leslie Philibertof little value ; just an observation...All in all ten; home and work; with five foreigners just hanging about for no purpose. One called Trelock for a bike I lost years ago. One with a green plastic ring that opens my office. Then a key ring with the legend.... Ingrid Heckner für uns im Landtag..My friends HT and IKON, and why is my door called Hoermann ?. A strange bunch of fellows that I like to tap in my pocket. A door and a key; a start and an end ; an uneasy move.
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4 Reviews Added on November 21, 2013 Last Updated on November 21, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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