YOU ARE READING FOURTH Poetry It goes like A, B, C. 1, 2, 3. Never in fours. #strings CREATE 25 0 0 by sights by sights Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Old sentiments floated away with the smoky wine. Days of flawless victories drag over glad hands. New hours are spent pretending to be truly fine. Nights are useful in discerning effective plans.