by John E. Simonds
We run through a world of recovering people,
proud of their problems
but unclear they’re over.
Their lives, like our jogging, one step at a time,
in parks by the sea
where the same sunset works. Continue reading
by John E. Simonds
We run through a world of recovering people,
proud of their problems
but unclear they’re over.
Their lives, like our jogging, one step at a time,
in parks by the sea
where the same sunset works. Continue reading
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