I remember a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. You were watching the rain pour through the porch screen... Looking so lost, yet so damn serene.
I remember a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. You were watching the rain pour through the porch screen... Looking so lost, yet so damn serene.
Anonymously Hal 
I love this
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Thank you Tom ❤️
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Your words easily pull to mind a man sitting pensive cigarette dangling from fingers lips pursed to take a sip of the beer that has paused halfway to his mouth as some lost thought/memory come to him. Well done. 🙂
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You have it perfect… Spot on 🙂
Thank you so much!!!
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You are most welcome. 🤓💜
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A super free flowing poem.
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Thank you Hobbo ❤️
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Damn beautiful are your lines ❤️
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Thank you Navin ❤️
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You’re welcome ❤️
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That’s how you create an ending. The contrast of being lost in a state of serenity. Wow!
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Thank you Benjamin ❤️
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Welcome!!!
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