Last SundayA Poem by The Analog KidA friend and I reconnected with some old friends that were on leave from the Marines.Familiar friends departed to the unknown Many years have passed and all have grown Away from life into the sun The battle for time had finally been won With the autumn sky still blue At In Hoping for the best Mason-Dixon left behind The past played in rewind A splendid sunset Not quite ready yet Many years have passed Why can’t this last We make a toast Let’s make the most We started where we ended Any differences have mended Hours are fleeting Our long awaited meeting
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10 Reviews Added on October 12, 2009 Last Updated on March 10, 2013 AuthorThe Analog KidAllentown, PAAboutJoined: Jul 5, 2008 ******************************************************************** This is the poem of a friend that I find to be exceptional: The Seventh Thread Intermingle.. more..Writing
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