This poem is written about someone in my life. Me-I keep rolling with the punches!
I'm not inspired anymore. The grass has turned brown. My heart does not propel & leap forward! Your kiss does not bring a smile, nor the sound of your voice causing me to squeal with delight~!
No,I'm not inspired anymore!
Written June 4th, 2004 6:22pm CST All rights reserved Becca Henry
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Move on Becky with the Grace of God OK
Your Friend
Peter Paton
it too shall pass
just ride the feeling out (your friend)
something will jolt in someone
or someplace
Be cool to read a poem about your part of Big Texas.
The folks I found were warm of heart, and I found all Texans proud to be Texan.
Never been to so many BBQ'S,and learning the Texas two step.
Happiest year of my life, forgetting the spider bite..
Nice one..
very powerful!
Allen