As The Poem's Go Poem by James McLain
As The Poem's Go
Stacked haphazardly,
in no particular order.
One of the most often ask after,
sits some where covered over.
A note to my self that when it does.
Reemerge when I least expect it.
Until then my drinking, I suppose will.
Keep the door open until she comes.
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4/21/2024 12:47:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Keep the door open until she comes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nice... and.... There's always a way. :)