Spoken in passingA Poem by Jon Roggie
I wonder,
and wander. Words most think have no meaning, empty noise, waiting to be sprayed on the playground hall. While I wander, and wonder, I continue. I speak words without meaning, waiting.
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2 Reviews Added on February 7, 2018 Last Updated on February 7, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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