poetry, writing Elder Author Posted by Dedhedpoet™ on July 22, 2016 His glittering brain~ So full of the gems of age~ Hands withered from repetition ~ As eyes tarnish in bleary rooms~ He writes ever silent of a bygone youth. ©2016 Andrea Travis Dedhedpoet Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related
So lovely this is. Seriously.
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Thank you very much ☺
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Yep, I have all those credentials, sounds just like me. I love it!
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Thank you ☺ When someone says, I’ve been there, I’ve felt that, I am that, the connection is pure magic! That feeling keeps me writing.
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Yes, that’s because I’m the old Hobo’s dog scratching his fleas! Thank you much!
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Nice imagery! I picture the hobo and the dog scratching each others fleas!
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