White shoes click clacking. Rosie and I snaking our way through the indigo gloom,Two verdant escorts in tow.We separate. I was one of those kids who had to recite and learn poems as a party piece for the grownups. It became a self-fulling prophecy that my life has been filled with the tapestry of poems.Continue reading “MY POEMS (1)”
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