Posted on April 26, 2017June 17, 2017 by serclePoem. Aging The thoughts come. They go. They’re gone. What were they? I forget. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
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