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most nights alone sitting on cool cement bench he reaches into his sacred small sack grabbing tossing one by one Chattahoochee pebbles into the pond…
most nights alone sitting on cool cement bench he reaches into his sacred small sack grabbing tossing one by one Chattahoochee pebbles into the pond…
Dusty antique chair Stained glass window Light cigar Memories too far * Find More Poetry HERE BACK TO HOME PAGE Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC…