poems
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All that I do, And all that I will do, Is a collected effort To join you In that quiet space Between your thoughts. Read more
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You took a chance; you made a plea. To have this dance, to set us free. My tender heart, its rapid pace. Your glowing eyes, angelic face. I’m sorry that I could not see What you had tried to offer me. For while my soul had longed embrace, My head was in another place. Read more
Willie Rambles 