Our Own....A Poem by Wolfe GreytomeA stormy night, all alone, My lady at work, chained to a phone, A dream now known, A love to hone, A new passion we have shown. My tattered heart she's sewn, In my arms, she's home, We are each other's own. © 2011 Wolfe GreytomeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 27, 2011 Last Updated on September 27, 2011 AuthorWolfe GreytomeOrwell, OHAboutThere really isn't much to tell about me. I write poetry because I like to play with words. I am writing a series of fantasy novels because I got tired of the predictability of that genre. I tend to u.. more..Writing
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