Haven't we all told them...and had them told to us? Shouldn't be hurting anyone with them, 'tho> Your poem reminds me of Frank Sinatra's song "The moon was all aglow, And heaven was in your eyes, The night that you told me, Those little white lies..."
Well said in your poem, Walt, but we shouldn't hold on to those sad words...huh?
Blessings and Love - Micke
(who has a not-so-good reversal with her back...not much relief, and not writing now...hardly any reading here at AD, either...can't give up, 'tho :o)
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
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Well said in your poem, Walt, but we shouldn't hold on to those sad words...huh?
Blessings and Love - Micke
(who has a not-so-good reversal with her back...not much relief, and not writing now...hardly any reading here at AD, either...can't give up, 'tho :o)