sing, memorabilia, sing
my fondest memories are of thosespent by your side.
perched like nightingales
upon the scrolls of my mind;
awaiting recitation.............
................on cue now.
tyke
sing, memorabilia, sing
my fondest memories are of thoseknight4696 commented on sing, memorabilia, sing
09-03-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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