Packing our belongings,
going through our stuff,
you think we’d overcome the need
to never have enough.
I won’t say we’re hoarders
but as boxes pile high,
we’re both inclined to take a torch
and bid our stuff goodbye.
Brenda Warren 2015
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
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I like it very much. I am kind of partial to poems that have rhyme and rhythm.
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I know that feeling very well. Bon courage.
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