Poems from Victor WORDS
Though my feeble senses
cannot comprehend why such a lavish of love.
Yet I believe!
Though in my foolishness
You still make me wise
And I...
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We flip each day with hope, desired the rest equals the task.
Our hope so brimmed with result.
Our result a posturing patriotism....
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We flip each day with hope, desired the rest equals the task.
Our hope so brimmed with result.
Our result a posturing patriotism....