washoutA Poem by James Paulinfound in pockets soiled or stained missed combs, coins and other things some of which beg be explained bits to which suspicion clings
receipt or note, bag of pot some cigs, pills, speed citation mom says “something you forgot?” instant accreditation © 2015 James PaulinReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 30, 2012 Last Updated on May 1, 2015 AuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..Writing
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