PickledA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenPickled When she wasn’t here the page was empty; the gap was wide, the space unfilled. I found my thoughts drift, asking how she was, was she alright? It never felt the same, my read requests all done! So strange, how much we need her, Happy Birthday Frieda! 02/08/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on August 2, 2013Last Updated on August 2, 2013 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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