Michael Gillespie

Leroy, Mi

The faded beauty of a temperate life
In one recollection, a million words
So amazing, full of peace and love,
And as I drive past the memories;
About as worn as these dirt roads,
I look out the window and think to myself,
This town isn’t much of anything!
Everything run-down and neglected
But then it hit me, as I reached my house,

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