POEM: Poet Watches the World Pass By Posted on August 8, 2018 by B Gourley sitting on the curb playing dice with words praying that they’ll fall into place sometimes glancing from face to face seeing eyes flit askance in such a subtle dance that if you look, you’ll miss it Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Nicely crafted. A very familiar feeling.
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Thanks.
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