Poems by
Fred Street Morning I awoke this morning and was complimented with another day —Amen— I’m going outside now— to find a friend— none could be found —Now— I’m going outside, again— to be a friend— and they were everywhere To be and to find compliments a day
Write, Write, Write Its ability to describe, produce, expand, integrate, take hold, continue to influence life, generation after generation... Just to know that I can write is Pure Joy. To restore a thought and recall that thought is magnificent. A gesture of kindness Could shatter a denial into a positive overview of self. To mend a tear in the relationship.
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