GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS

Sunday, January 25, 2015

BROKEN KNUCKLES

Horses past the fence, and an old, open

barn doorway. Wind passes through.

I am nothing, if not cold once more.

gary j. introne: You can surmise all that I am from what it is you read about me herein - experiences and outlooks philosophies and viewpoints too. "For God's sake ! will SOMEONE please read this stuff - it's very important."

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