Once upon a dark and stormy
The tall blonde clutched in hand.
Trivialities and deep secrets
Coming out and from
The singed pages of an open path
Adventure that pasts burn
New beginnings emerge
Like grass from open fields
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
