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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind

Day: May 30, 2019

Succinct

There are no written words,
there needs to be no rhyme.
Our poetry will be felt,
until the end of time.

~*~
SCK053019

Posted on May 30, 2019 by Rhymesalot Posted in Art, love, poetry, prose, writing Tagged life, love, time Leave a comment
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