Memories
...Memories
In a box in an attic are my memories.
They smell old and are yellowed;
Fragile in aged hands as I hold them.
Distant parts of me come back to life.
I see a boy hitting a b...
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Categories:
greenhills, memory,
Form: Free verse
Wolf In Europe: Landing In Poland
...' Me & my pal Ginsberg arrive in Poland, now more artisticly able from coffee-blood and sleep deprivation. I hear him say: "If you can speak your heart, speak, but make sure you do it with style; giv...
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Categories:
greenhills, travel,
Form: Free verse