This poem was written during my senior year in high school when I was 17 years old. Some […]
High School
Through the dirty bus window The past plays like a silent movie, Scene after scene, never changing. Memory […]
This poem was written during my senior year in high school when I was 17 years old. Some […]
Through the dirty bus window The past plays like a silent movie, Scene after scene, never changing. Memory […]
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John W. Leys