It’s things grown old that hurt my bones,
a spread of green can easily fold
to visions of dust and dirt, and worse.
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Musing & Rhymes of a Man Reaching For Meaning
It’s things grown old that hurt my bones,
a spread of green can easily fold
to visions of dust and dirt, and worse.
The Poetry Of J.P.