Peregrinating Through Life Without Meaning
Broken Bottles on the Floor Poem from the book Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds By George Gad Economou the flowers quickly…
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Foggy morning Man Walking on dirt road Politely Asked me “Which way Today Can I find sanity?” * Find More Poetry HERE BACK TO HOME PAGE…
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A man carries his sack on his back Holding his thumb up Hoping to catch a ride To anywhere. * Find More Poetry HERE BACK…