Nimble Nine Tales Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner

Nimble Nine Tales



Old photographs lay by my feet,
Pages torn, disheveled, even browning.
A feeling of antiquity, of past glory
Nimbly skims up through my thumbs.
Nine albums we'd long forgotten
Still speak tales we long to hear.

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