sing, memorabilia, sing
my fondest memories are of thosespent by your side.
perched like nightingales
upon the scrolls of my mind;
awaiting recitation.............
................on cue now.
tyke
sing, memorabilia, sing
my fondest memories are of thoseknight4696 commented on sing, memorabilia, sing
09-03-2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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