The clocks go back, the clocks go forward,
the clock stops sometimes when an old heart
calls time on Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara.
The clock goes back a hundred years tonight!
May I come in to this new century, Ma'am?
I'm still the gentleman caller in my derby hat,
It's taken me so long to find the road to Tara.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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