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Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
When I found out i was terminally ill, started writing poetry as a way for my family to have something tangible to hold onto, once I had passed. I've written about everything from questioning my mothers suicide, to getting into the imagination of my grand kids. And from spiritual writings to funny x-rated poems. My strongest desire is that they could be a published work one day!
|June 21, 2013 at 3:42AM|