The one door without a lockA Poem by Jon Roggie
Sometimes there are questions to be asked,
even when the door is closed. A knock, waiting for a reply. Shake of the head, before answering. Part of the reason for my presence. Just to explain, whatever the question may be, or the age of the curious. Of course, the answers depend on who comes to the door. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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Added on October 19, 2014 Last Updated on October 19, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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