The silence was gone
As soon as the crowd arrived
Butter ran out of,
It was not the only thing we needed to buy,
There should be bread on the table first of all,
How would we get to the city centre ,
With a pair of flat tires and half a gallon fuel in that old kinky car?
What did I tell you about my life?
Did I talk about me at all???
And the incidents and accidents happened to me, all the good times and bad times I lived through, so far ?
Let's take a Cab and get to the city centre it's already 9 o clock,
Lets take a cab and I LL tell you many things about....
but first let's go into a pub,
You don't know how I really need a beer Jar!!!!
Golnarmn2025
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Author:
Golnarmoinynamin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2025 11:56
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Interesting a poem I read whether in reality or in my head. So familiar it speaks of tough times and and poor decisions. Looking for better times. Well written
Beautiful mind you have and there couldn't be better words to clarify it's meaning. 🙏
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