No more illusions of steering
this dinghy ashore in the storm.
It’s going to rock; I’m going to remain
the name on its port side. It won’t fade away.
No more illusions of steering
this dinghy ashore in the storm.
It’s going to rock; I’m going to remain
the name on its port side. It won’t fade away.
You’ve been cranking out poems, Amy. I read them all and am always interested in the backstory. Happy New Year! Hope it’s a great one. If you’re writing poems tonight, sounds like your evening is as exciting as ours. But between you and me, nothing makes me happier than just hanging out at home with Dick. So easy.
~ Jori
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Happy New Year, Jori! Yes, I am completely content staying at home with poems, music, and maybe some movies on NYE. Wishing you a wonderful 2015.
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