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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.

I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.

The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.

When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

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His Life, His Love: Sailor's Moon

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.

For PD's 
the moon- old/new poemsPoetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place

I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do

We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart

We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown

R.J. Lindley
June 11th, 1975

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The harvest moon appears behind the hill In purest enchantment like so foretold, As her radiant tassels glimmer still Like embroidered lace of russet and gold. From whispering of the ambient breeze, A nightscape etches autumn’s moss and fir Through lucent bowers of glorious trees; Where dragonflies and owls reel on, astir. How bold the prism of a cycle’s ray While September’s moonrise adorns the earth; Igniting bright pageantry on display With holy graces from nature’s rebirth. Till majesty of lit sparkle descends; And once more evenings’ ceremony ends. ----------- For John Hamilton's Your best rhyming poem-2 Posted 8.28.2016 Resubmitted 2.3.2017 ------------- Sonnet Form checked through

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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When harvest moon alights, to sail like gauzy lace on through a cloud’s embrace... I watch her mystic rites, as beaming, she excites my lithesome hours of grace. How glorious the view atop a mountain crowned… with lilies all around that settle on her queue, beguiling eve, anew when sparklers reach the ground. Till weaves of dawn advance which ends fine Luna’s trance. -------------- Andrea Diterich's The HexSonnetta Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee ~ the word glorious has 3 syl count~ 8/22/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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The Water Dance

While talking to the moon about my day
How strange, when from the east, a minstral wind
As sleeping trees began to gently sway
Dead leaves upon the ground found life again

I cast my gaze out o'er the rippling lake
The minstrel had my friend the moon entranced
Because, a billion tiny golden flakes
Were lost, as playfully he water danced

And yet somehow I didn't seem to mind
Though rudely interrupted by the winds
The moon and I can talk most any time
One reason he and I are such good friends

I wonder if you've ever had the chance
To watch the moon perform his water dance 

    by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.

Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.

R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976

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Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.

New Notes- 
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes. 
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Night Sky

  Goddess of love doth shine bright in the skies
  As one planet blushes red among the stars
 The moon, surrounded by twinkling fireflies
 Looms ever so large to a distant Mars

 Venus, adorned in her beautiful glow
 Outshines Jupiter in the Milky Way
 The dark realm of Pluto is too faint to show
 But has five moons in orbital array

 Diamonds in the sky show off their glisters
 As my thoughts to the heavens take flight
 A cluster of stars called the seven sisters
 Twinkle brightly in an enchanted night

 Myths of the night sky are never too far
 I gaze in awe and wish upon a star

 Venus:  Roman goddess of love
 Seven Sisters: Also known as the Pleiades


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire

Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise

Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew
help me find a love any man is due

In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list

Robert Lindley
March 21, 2001

Note, 1/27/2015 - Modern sonnet, written when my soul was lost
and seeking the path back into happiness, back into a world devoid of misery, heartache and pain.
That night I bowed my head and asked for help. Best decision I ever made. 
For in faith I had then put my trust , over that of my foolish vanity and insufferable pride!
Now looking back, I see the answer came ever so swiftly..
This poem comes from my "private collection" (intended for my children) after my demise and 
is now presented for the first time for others to read..
That night I dreamed of a dark hair angel that came to me and helped me return to the world of the living.
Thats her in my picture given here. My wife now of ten beautiful and happy years!
Bountiful extra blessing of a beautiful son we now share !

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Blame it on the Moon

              Blame it on the moon

The moon, who’s intentions, I believe
Are not beyond her muses to deceive
Casting down her beams so they reflect
The postures and the features to perfect

For lovers meeting secret sets the scene
Colours dim and svelte will be her sheen
With shadows for effect she does create
So each believe they see their one true mate

The atmosphere she shrouds in mystery
Adding strings of unheard symphony
Sets the mood with melancholy strains
Removes all senses common from their brains

And yet I find myself, I’m not immune
With ease she has me dancing to her tune

Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

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Moon is my Muse

Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars

Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears

Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night

As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky

~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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In Absence of the Soothing Light of Moon

(Sonnet with rhyme on both ends of alternating lines) The starkness of my world now that he’s gone pervades in all I see and hear and feel, but darkness swallows all until the dawn invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real! I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane. I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night, to sleep away my longings and the pain. He left, and now he’s far away from me across the globe. Oh, how I love him so! Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free! My loss means where he is tonight shall glow sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I, and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky! For Nicola Byrne's Long Distance Love Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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The lonely night holds new remorse like songs of old we've heard before And though the sky may know the chords tonight's moon seems to stray off course In dark tonight all eyes are blind The crescent moon, so small upturned hears strains of sadness so aligned where even stars weep sad nocturnes Please moon, become the whole you are I need your lamp to see me through Although I see one million stars this night is lonely without you So dim the light that fills the eye the falling stars have left the sky
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ For Brian Strand's Contest: 231 ___________________________________

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Moonlight Dance

(Kyrielle Sonnet)

I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,

and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.

I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;

thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .

I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;

winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.

Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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The Moon Is A Mirror

When the moon is full it is my mirror
I wantonly look for your reflection
Clouded thoughts pass by, you become nearer
Stars enhancing your welcomed reception
Intent on gaining deeper perception
Envisioning you looking back at me
The moon brightens to avoid deception
Mentally traveling so cheerfully
Arriving to a place so peacefully
Serenaded by the soothing night sounds
I catch a soft kiss you throw lovingly
No sweeter kisses can ever be found
When the moon is full it is my mirror
My destiny has never been clearer

    An original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Solstice Moon

Her milky, placid orb peers o’er tan hills
As fades the mustard flame of father’s hate
Cool succor soothes sharp burns where rage did spill
His blinding cruelty will at last abate

Our blistered skin, bleached bones white, hills afire
This eve, his fevered madness starts to break
Grim Solstice marks the peak of father’s ire
Soft sunset’s silken shroud engulfs our aches

Sun’s dark flight, burning guilt now gone from sight
His dusty, wild siroccos brought to calm
This night's repose, world bathed in velvet light 
Pale, tranquil seas of Moon’s face like a balm

Pearlescent clouds drift mute across her sphere
Fair promise of monsoons, their healing tears


Shakespearean, Mostly Iambic Pentameter

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Moonlight and A River Thought

Moonlight and A River Thought

A walk down by the river to settle a worrisome thought
crazy , mixed up mind battles far too many fought
The river's passing with its soothing smooth flowing sound
brings images of angels dancing to the trumpet's sound

Rage not against fate's dark hand nor its unyielding wall
pray for abundant life, pray for gentle mercies on us all
Swift waters flowing in soft, soothing serenity
reminding of Time and perhaps even another Eternity

Moonlight upon waters each glimmering with rippled swirl
reminding of life's sweet love of a beautiful girl
Echoing splashes of fish jumping out into the sky
enjoying a bit of Nature's treasure, not asking why

A river thought, stored in the mind's deep treasure vault
Place and time, life's dream in which tis blessed to be caught

Robert J.  Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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When the moon touches water

A silver reflection on what looks like liquid glass.
A night almost as day. 
The metallic hue of dew covered grass. 

Steam gray/white in color slowly riseing from a lake while
shadows dance a midnight ballet. 
When the moon touches water a brand new world is born. 

A world never seen by sleeping human eyes. 
A world that disappears when we sleeping humans rise.

Copyright © Edward McCall | Year Posted 2016

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Always on my mind:

Silhouettes dancing in a midnight moon, As the stars join in with their twinkling lights, Hearing their melodies playing in tune, My spirit is soaring with glee gained heights. I turned to face where you would be laying, To find darkness instead of you was there, Then I found myself amidst of saying, How much I loved you and always would care. Hollow these sentiments without you near, This darkness now filled my every thought too, Only the moon and stars above were clear, For in truth, this heart still doth ache for you. So alone I am with the stars tonight, With you on my mind but not in my sight. /|\

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

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She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.

Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.

Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.

Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.

R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989

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Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122

1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling

2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace

3. ****" balm"****

Home British & World English balm
Definition of balm in English:


    1 A fragrant cream or liquid used to heal or soothe the skin:
    ‘a skin balm for use after shaving’

   **** 1.1 Something that has a soothing or restorative effect:****
    ‘the murmur of the water can provide balm for troubled spirits’

2A tree which yields a fragrant resinous substance, especially one used in medicine.
? balm of Gilead

    2.1[mass noun] The resinous substance yielded by a balm.

3[mass noun] A bushy herb of the mint family, with leaves smelling and tasting of lemon.

3.1 Used in names of other aromatic herbs of the mint family, e.g. bee balm.

Middle English (in the sense ‘preparation for embalming, fragrant resinous substance’): from Old French basme, from Latin balsamum (see balsam).

Note- I had her but my mad wild streak( I was 18 years old) drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Night Fantasies

     Such golden galaxies of heavens light
     Treasured footnotes kept unto my care
     Hope's silhouettes that shine each night
     But that by God's Grace did let us share

     We danced through each gilded beams caress
     Away to such distance we'd dare not guess
     Entwined in arms our hearts closely pressed
     From pleasured love that sought nothing less

     With each full moon's glow I'm carried back
     To one nights life lest be swept by time
     So sure this hearts echo will never lack
     No truer passion found from any rhyme

     Memories gathered from beams of light
     Shall prevail forever with loves sight


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light

Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light

Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Grim Reaper's scythe also cuts grain for sweet bread,
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!
Ah but! What shall be found only when dead?

Where rests, that lost moon and its shadowed light
Stars dim in chaotic and morbid tunes,
When deep-blind, darkness may appear so bright
Waters drank gaily from tallest sand dunes!

Where stones falling are held to be sweet signs
Innocence goes hungry, wears dirty rags,
Evil dwells content in high mountain pines
Soft clouds crash into high rocky crags!

Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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A child was I in Space Odyssey awe
  when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone;
In Sea of Tranquility my eyes saw
  Ground Control to Major Tom...engines on! 
New age Columbus kings voyage and realm
  in ships on alien frontiers stranded;
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
  till"the Eagle has landed".
Mission to scout astral planes in deep space
  led Command Module on orbiting stay,
leaving flag and footprint in human trace
  on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.
In your tin can you rode the sonic boom
to the stars on the dark side of the moon.

                   May 1992

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Beauty's Keeper

She lived inside a hut within the wood-
a strange and lovely woman, nature’s child.
They said she was a witch, but she was good,
a friend to all the creatures of the wild.

The solitary wolf she’d come across,
though wounded, was a living work of art.
He lay beneath the moon with coat of gloss
and eyes that sadly shone; he stole her heart.

He loved her; she admired his grace and might,
and so she sorrowed when he howled with pain,
for when the swollen moon glowed in the night,
she had to keep him fettered with a chain.

That true and feral beauty that she leashed -
was strangely what first drew her to the beast.

For the True Beauty (ending twist) old poems acceptable Contest of Sandy Ivy D

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Lure of the Moon

The tingling sound of the moon does lift me I float towards the heavens where I'm free I reach to the light that emanates there Beauty is like none that I can compare Swirling right near my head are the dark clouds It looks like this night sky has some dim shrouds The ground below me is moving away As I slowly, but surely, upwards sway I start to breathe the colder air that’s high The moon is getting bigger as I fly I see imperfections of the moon’s face Stars blink messages, I try to keep pace That grand lure of the moon that’s before me Brings me higher than I could ever see Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Come4tunes and comfort me - My frenemy's best birthday wishes

2day once more was fun day, because the sun was there:
Of course! Like all the sundays, as usually they were...
if only you were there 4 me, and not 4 all together!
The sun has gone, and in the mood, it's moon day that begins 

and all around the ticking sounds that I hear all around me,
there's suddenly my Blackberry: a ringtone's sent to me.
As yesterday was 'gain your birthday, told the ringtone sent to me,
As usual, I'm sending you 4 tunes to comfort me;

because I know that once again, as for many a birthday
you surely still are thinking of the things that run the same way:
There is The Sun, there is The Belle and Moon day !s their frenemy's day;

and I am used to sail away for it's too hard to see
that your stubborness clings to him and it won't let us be...
Goodbye, my love; I hope next year you'll come4tunes to comfort me.  

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2012

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Dream Keeper

The moon and stars, together scheme
to trespass, searching through the air
until they find my window sill  -
Caressing me with fragile streams
their fingers, stroking, tussled hair
as tender as a mother will

As if to keep my dreams alive
they keep a watch against the dawn
and calm me in my restless sleep -
I'll let the gentle night contrive
a plan to help me sail upon
a cloud, where dreams are mine to keep

The moon and stars together scheme
As if to keep my dreams alive

Cornish Sonnet: 

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Moon is My Muse

Luna in grandeur, skirts the heavens by night 
Her beauty reflects wholly on all within sight
While her crystalline brilliance expand the skies
Illuminating thoughts and dreams aspire  

She arrests admiring eyes that micmic stars
And softens hearts of the most stalwart of Bards
In the realm of dreamscape, an influential muse
Lighting many a pathway with the sun, her fuse

Mellow is her mood and soft be her touch
In calming silence she carries the torch
Through pitch black nights she stands watch
Stirring imaginings with emotions to match

Gently, she nudges the ebb and flow of tides
From granite pavillions on her chariot rides
Note:  For "Moon is My Muse" Contest

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Across farthest hills, silent moonlight spills
To wash away the dark, to overflow
With golden rays splaying the land it fills
And paints every plant in darkened meadow
With clouds below a crumbled curtain hung
To filter soft moonlight that fall and flow
Through every limb this gentle string is strung
This flickering vine lays still, crawling slow
A rising orb, this gentle yellow moon
Will fill each searching eye, where romance lives
And contains a wish, where love's dreams commune
To caress the yearning soul, that moonlight gives

Beneath this gold moon where heartbeats find breath
They'll hear a melody from moon's celeste

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Blood Moon

Tis not our fare to see the face of God
Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear,
They dare not come and go, is this not odd
as some would please, forgetting how to fear?

And also, let us hear it, one more thing,
we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon,
some say is painted blood, to look will bring
an agony that won't leave us too soon.

The eyes must turn away, or die the death,
and leave one bitter cold from just the dare
to look on it, to see the dragon's breath,
'twil bring one to believe what's never there.

And lunar madness never calls to mind
the evil waiting there for you to find. 
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014