Kerouac Lives - 47 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 47
Rating: ★5.0
This life's been so dead
With no friends around…
And when they're around
Do they make me sound?
Friday, September 15, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: friends
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8/29/2026 12:45:49 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
That is true Jack. Missing something (or someone) that isn't necessarily healthy for us. (I'm loving this series BTW)
2) cont'd: D.N., I'm very happy that you're loving the series. Some of them will be included in my final two books, Kerouac In Spirit: Books III & IV. The first two are on Amazon.
Sorry, Poet Rebb for having somehow missed your comments. Thanks so much for addressing them to Jack. That means a lot to me!