

My Turn
When is it going to be
When I matter as much as he
Children come, they go
Do I even know
It has to be soon
Foolishly asked the moon
Wished on a star seemed dream hewn
When will it change, rearrange for me?
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dVerse Q227 – Welcome as we reTurn after the break & Happy 14th Poet Pub Anniversary!













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