Hubert J. Humperdink

Rookie (10/25/85 / New York Town)

Hubert's 163rd Dream - Poem by Hubert J. Humperdink

I was lying atop a house
Surrounded by tress and sunlight
Beside me lay my first sweetheart
And we spoke of love and things that
Were our hands flittering this way

And so on
A dream
Her eyes cold and gray

How frail these hands were
Her sullen cheeks
Such death in her beauty

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  • (4/30/2006 12:07:00 PM)

    deeply reflective, yet blantantly vivid.

    ? ....are you 21

    just curious.
    best care,
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 20, 2010

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