Spare (a) ChangeA Poem by the wretchedsometimes retrospect is good. sometimes it comes too late.
remember back when We were poor, broiler toast, and skeletor, the bed We made upon the floor, remember back when We were poor? remember drives just to go see, and walks among the moonlit trees the time We crashed down by the mall, and when We had no car at all, the smell of salt, upon the breeze, long nights curled up, with old movies? remember back when We were poor? why now, are these things so much more, now that we aren't We, though both still poor? © 2008 the wretched |
Charlie
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Added on October 24, 2008 Authorthe wretchednowareham, MAAboutthe most important thing to know about me is that at any given time, you could be dealing with someone else. I am an artist of multiple facets. Writing is one of many things i do as an art, and certa.. more..Writing
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