that first spring storm still tastes of orange
the cold juice and acidic lightning
we were not afraid when we were kids
splashing in puddles rain soaking through
our heavy shirts sticking to our bodies
dunking those popsicles into the sky
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( Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.) I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated...
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The Book: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow Citation: Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 202... -
Apologies. I did not post a poem on December 20th, 2021 ... I suppose I was bound to miss a day sooner or later, but this is the first time ...
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