Two A.M. and a Faded Picture FrameA Poem by A. HoodThe illusion of a familiar face in the crowd works to the advantage of the wandering mind. Although, familiar faces are often altered with every “X” placed on passing calendar days.
So I close my eyes and save today’s newspaper, until it becomes yesterday’s news. I prefer it that way. © 2016 A. Hood |
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Added on April 6, 2013 Last Updated on November 30, 2016 Author
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