One day on my way to L.A.
An old man, he had something to say,
"Hold your friends with regard,
As you do poker cards,"
He said that, and then he walked away.
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This is a haven for thoughts expressed in poetic forms.
Enjoy the road less travelled
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- I am an English major graduate with a B.A. from the University of Tennesse. These are my poor atempts to begin to learn how to capture that elusive spark, or the memory of said spark, that is, after all, life.
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