Tug on my shirt sleeve.A Poem by Jon Roggie
Pause,
and look. Little child. She looks up and says, "Papaya said you would tell me a story." I can only smile. Have you ever thought of the first snow flake? We know each one is different, but why? The first was a tear in the cold. Falling. She chose to become beautiful. This was noticed. Each snowflake chooses their own image. Child looks at me, and smiles. "I can be a snowflake?" Yes.
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3 Reviews Added on January 16, 2017 Last Updated on January 25, 2017 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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