Kerouac Lives - 58 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 58
My music was buried
In the words I carried
On the road to freedom
From a life of damn strife
I confess...nothing compared to…
Wednesday, September 27, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,music
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