I take a little walk each day
along the bridge above the highway
to rid my mind of my troubles so blue
and fill it with sweet thoughts of you.
02.14.19
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
