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P.H.Rose

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I howl at the moon,
I smile at the sun.
I think my day is over,
I'm afraid it's just begun.
I walk as a stack of stone, held together with string.
Not knowing when it snaps, starting inside, from within.

 

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2017 17:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • P.H.Rose

    Ha ha.. thanks

  • swingline

    Stones don't walk . They gather no moss .

  • Goldfinch60

    I say old bean I reckon that this is a good write

    • P.H.Rose

      I thank you sir...



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