diaric, poetryi know that’s right x that’s hot when you’re on call and the demo’s done; coffee and poetry on the deck in the morning; when the sun lights your courage and you say hello; when time is a river, a river moving through you–ajoy–when the door is ajar… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Standard
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