Laughter and puddles of joy trickle down my nostalgia for his intriguing childhood and not being in that long ago tide is my envious crime
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PoetryThis a collection of almost all the poems I have written. I will be updating sporadically,it all depends on what I can unearth from my Facebook ramblings & present feelings.
Absence
Laughter and puddles of joy trickle down my nostalgia for his intriguing childhood and not being in that long ago tide is my envious crime
