Poems from JPGeo

There are inside some men the nerve to hate. While some are born with nerve to tolerate. When did we come to have such separate minds?...
Far off sounds Those distant sounds You lie awake at night and hear The train crossing miles and miles away Its rocking cars and blaring...
Summer days sometimes get me down Get me thinkin’ back to when We’d go out to that little dance hall Steppin’ to the gentle giant on the...
Abbe lived just down a ways, Seven sisters, each cuter than freckles on a frog. But Abbe made you look twice, Hair, long and straight, the...

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