The door is closedA Poem by Jon Roggie
At 7,
the night is growing old. Go to sleep. No need to pretend I am not watching. At least you have not caught me! Taking the effort, give you your dignity. Another ramble, and when the door closes, I can finally cry. © 2015 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on February 17, 2015 Last Updated on February 17, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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