A Sometimes Poet He put the pen the paper the scribbled words away. It was a moment to be lived not written. He went out for the evening watching stars dance the river. © 2004 Tom Harmon
He put the pen the paper the scribbled words away.
It was a moment to be lived not written.
He went out for the evening watching stars dance the river.
© 2004 Tom Harmon
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