sitting on the porch to think
I hear the chime of the
bells swell then shrink
the wind swirls, stirring up the pieces
of broken glass and pieces of the past
but there is a little ray of hope
another thing also stirs
to try and cope
a voice, a face along with
a better time and place
in soft wake I fell to him
like a head does rest
call me clever maybe weak
but still think before you speak
Please tell me what you think
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Congrats.. You have me stumped...
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