Quietly healing, and with no regretsA Poem by Jon Roggie
Yes,
I managed to say it, and I kept a semi serious face. Time for you to try. Constant bickering doesn't matter. All it leads to is the past thirty years. Wait a second, I have it wrong. Time for some math. Eight years. Eight years. Eight years. Four years. Eight years. Four years. I could keep going back, but what has changed?
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1 Review Added on August 13, 2017 Last Updated on August 13, 2017 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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