Best Prods Poems
Prods and Echoes(A prod), my teeth were whiter then and more of them too.
(An echo), perhaps I just laughed and smiled a lot more.
Hints and echoes prod the ghost of my subconscious,
Smells, songs, colours and tastes force me back in time.
A sleeping dream stirs the...
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Categories:
prods, philosophy, remember,
Form:
Prose Poetry