Greg Costello

Rookie - 131 Points (05/04/1970 / Dublin, Rep. of Ireland)

Coming Down - Poem by Greg Costello

Sipping my cup of camomile,
My peaceful face, breaks into smile,
Reflecting on the longest mile,
The hands reset upon the dial,
No roguish thoughts can my mood spoil,
As to my feelings, I've stayed loyal.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, November 29, 2013


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