lol...if you can...melt a tobleron in your mouth and you will forget your woes.
In this world of now, I find it amusing that we can be friends and talk, when our political viewpoints are so diametrically opposed. The funny thing is, even black africans tell me they are praying for Trump to win, or else we lose everything as the globalists take over and we no longer even own ourselves: our bodies, our children, the history of our family and so on.
But, this is how it has been most of my life and it was the purpose of studying how to debate. A pity that has been lost among the younger generations
Your poems are not lost. As time goes, you also grow (not just older) and your poems will reflect the changes in you.
RE: West Harbour ...Part 72 ...Grieving a Ghost