The Blues Poem by Paul Warren

The Blues

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Sittin' by myself and feelin' low
I can never find a place to go
That doesn't remind of you
Or the things we used to do

In the end of it does it matter
What passes now for idle chatter
But then cut me to the quick easily
'Please - I need to be free.'

© Paul Warren Poetry

Thursday, June 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blues,love
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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