If you didn't have to be home by the time the street lights came on, you may not have a firm grasp on the meaning of 'boundaries'.
Friday, December 20, 2019
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Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
If you didn't have to be home by the time the street lights came on, you may not have a firm grasp on the meaning of 'boundaries'.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, December 20, 2019
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