Poems from the Heartland
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Let By-Gones Be.
The even' sure has waned,
and morning waxes more profane
with every minute ticking by
the clock goes tick tick tick
and I
am left to reminisce
on days gone by,
friends gone on,
loves unknown,
and beards gone
unceremoniously
down the
drain.
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