Street Of Love - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
How many stories unfold?
Many just never told.
Some are just too bold.
Yet, love can be cold.
There is a love of gold.
Again, just someone to hold.
Everyone has their stories.
STREET of LOVE - never ending glory.
5/25/2012 - POEWHIT
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