standing on ends of thought,
waiting for a poem to begin with them.
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Cornerstones of concrete sitting
reminding one of gravestones in New Bern,North Carolina
Reaching a fever pitch while a younger gentleman decides to sing a more modern song for us all at the karaoke get-together.
Nothing getting in the way of fruitful desires of this melody.Capturing the essence of his heart in a lengthy rhythm, never ending in the night.