
I went for a walk with my father tonight, in the town where I did some of my growing up. It sometimes seems like a place that will never change.
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This draft was bulldozed to make room for a new subdivision.
~ m. carrie allan ~ scribblings on the side ~
3 comments:
not a comment about this particular poem. i just found this link and thought you should know about it.
http://www.goblinfruit.net/2011/spring/
This is lovely. Beautiful poem!
Thank you, Tawnysha! Appreciate it much.
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