Tied my shoes and off I set
To places Jesus never went
In my quest to find joy and peace
And dying merriment
…
And against the setting sun I saw
Shadow of a girl up yonder
And with every minute that passed
My aching heart grew fonder
…
At your feet I’ll lay my soul
And all my life I’ll bear your whims
If you can reproduce that one moment
And give me another glimpse

Wow, that’s a beautiful poem.
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Thanks a lot
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Sweet!
Hope is always sweet. π
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Thanks
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Hey Frank! Thank you so much for checking out our brand-new blog, pscigarette! We’re excited you stopped by, and we’re always happy to find other bloggers who seem to share our passion for writing π
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Welcome
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Very nice..
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Thanks
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You are very welcome.
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I understand having a lonely heart. π
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Hope. Love. Peace. And boo.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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You are welcome,
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You are an awesome poet!!!!
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Thank you
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Wishful thinking maybe or just a lonely heart.
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Lonely heart
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