Dec 1
The first of the last.
One final round.
It's gone by so fast,
Almost in a single bound.
But if I could go to the past,
And change what I'd found,
The shifts wouldn't be vast.
I'd keep history bound,
But go out with a blast.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
