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Hey Jonathan...Good poem. Its an earmark of life. I drive a semi. Should I hop the pond and load you up? I'd be happy to. Good luck and God's blessings on your knew home. Live well and prosper
At two in the morning, As I prepare for bed, The words for a new poem, Form swiftly in my head.But at nine in the morning, When I wish to write them down, Lost in Space are they, They will not come tumbling down.