FluA Poem by JRI don’t want any white horse or his rider, or his rider’s bow but when things get boring I often wonder how I would hold up with every trick I’ve learned; When things get boring I almost want to see it all fall asunder and turn to ash to see how I would handle the end of everything. © 2020 JR |
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Added on March 7, 2020 Last Updated on March 7, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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