Kerouac Lives - 425 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Kerouac Lives - 425

These pesty hiccups
Have somehow transposed
What I had once thought
Now...forever lost

Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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