With trusty old mountains and crooked old bridges;
I'll sail through the ages.
With a title on my mind.
One in dreams, one in whispers.
And one in my hands.
When old buildings quiver, and old trees fall;
I'll sit back and wonder how Mr. Time sure shows it all.
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I Found Me
PoetryI Found Me is a collection of poems about life the roads we may take and struggles no one prepares us for. The genres found in this collection are more emotional, healing, battles with an illness & disability, and shows life's many adventures throug...
