Best Poem of J.D.Fr The Sailor

Scent
SMALL THINGS HAVE A WAY OF ROLLING DOWN HILL AND BEGOMING BIG THINGS...

SCENT



Sipping morning tea,

Something new, different,

Couldn’t figure out,

Definitely something changed,

Environment of home,

Altered somehow, someway,

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Touch
HOW TO BE ONLY TWO IN THE MIDST OF A UNIVERSE OF STRANGERS...

TOUCH



Ah, pretty woman,

Please your man,

Go without it,

Be touchable always,

Everywhere, every time,

Simple sacrifice it,

Show it not,

No need know,

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