one who waits

Talk To Me Goose...

I miss cool, overcast days
Sweet drizzly rain
Green hills, grasses and trees
A tasty buzz and a cool breeze
I miss Porter, Pinot and PDX
But most of all I miss chatting with my dear friend.
Now tell me, Kerri, where the hell have you been?
Talk to me goose...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 10, 2010

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  • Emma AdamyanEmma Adamyan (6/10/2010 1:06:00 PM)

    so cosy and warm point...
    and as we grow older we understand that to be called 'a dear friend' much more honorable than just 'beloved'

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