grow not at our ends
The meeting place, the world between, this is where we grow. Between, not at our ends. For we are ever reaching out to one another.
:- Doug.
The meeting place, the world between, this is where we grow. Between, not at our ends. For we are ever reaching out to one another.
:- Doug.
Poetry is conversation
I don’t know why
Just that it is
:- Doug.
Use it
Get it out
Foggy it floats
:- Doug.
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