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Writing 201 Poetry Day Seven: Fingers, Prose Poem – And I Walked Home Alone

And I Walked Home Alone He was playing his guitar unaware of time or waves of heat that hung above the sand and it was beautiful just as I remembered from those summer nights when June bugs crashed around the … Continue reading

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