Four inchesA Poem by Jon Roggie
Doesn't sound like much.
Four. Not even the distance of my hand, Closer to my fist. Something I can clinch, or let relax. Another story. Four inches of bliss, wrapped around like a blanket. Four that must turn to five. © 2013 Jon RoggieReviews
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Added on February 17, 2013Last Updated on February 17, 2013 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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