Last TownA Poem by JRIt feels as tho we are the last town on Earth, the last black spot on the map, the last gasp of history; It feels as tho we are clawing out roots, rebirth exploding into air like a wide young sycamore tree; It feels as tho this world birthed so many things of worth but still missed the one thing I need. © 2020 JR |
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Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 5, 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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