I read my poem
To an old friend
He thought it
Was about him
It caught me so
Off guard when
He began to sob
It was meant to
Be humorous
Seeing him cry
Brought tears to
My eyes as well
So there we sat
Two grown men
Sobbing together
over a silly poem
About time travel
* * *
poems are paper planes
sent in the night to touchdown
in secret places
–Photo by me
Beautiful post
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Thank you very much!!
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Thank you!!
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oh; this is wonderful; your friend Boromax suggested I visit your blog and I’m glad I did 🙂
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Well, thank you John, and thank you boromax!!😀
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Write on, y’all! 🙂
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Zinger of a poem. Huzzah!
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Thanks, Lemuel!
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Love this so much!
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Thank you Karie!!😀
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Rachana!! 😀
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🙏😊
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Paper planes and a poem that does fly!
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Thank you much!!
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Beautiful! A good cry can heal a lot
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Thank you!!
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Full of emotions! Incredible post!
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Thank you, Robert!!😂
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