Tom Squires

Rookie - 457 Points (10/18/1961 / Syracuse, NY)

Doc - Poem by Tom Squires

The old doctor sat bemused, gazing across the room. His index finger bobbing up and down as he tapped upon the desk. A sole sturdy posture, fishing in the depths of things already known.


©2012 Tom Squires

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  • Rookie - 659 Points V P Mahur (3/29/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    Dear Tom,
    Nice portrait this one.
    Thanks.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014


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