Wet CheeksA Poem by Donald MeikleThe steepness of a hill on memory lane As sun shines through whispered clouds as tireder shoulders welcome rain wet fingers grasp at shrouds It's always easy going down And okay to be alone But only for a while © 2011 Donald MeikleReviews
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Added on April 3, 2011Last Updated on April 3, 2011 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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