Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Words

I lay abed, for a bit of nap, but it never shuts...the rolling mind, one line upon another line, must put...afore they fade, and hence...forever disappear.

...in time.
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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