today the clouds were
so near and vivid i could
have given them names/
but they kept changing
into something different
ever becoming/
and i was the youth
who saw clouds, that in passing
mock this old man…NOW!
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The Jefferson Street Poet 
Love the way this speaks to the transience of our lives.
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Thank you bro. I just don’t “Like” a lot because your poetry and a lot of the others would have me “Liking” all the time. There should be an “Appreciate very much” button.
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Thank you bro. I just don’t “Like” a lot because your poetry and a lot of the others would have me “Liking” all the time. There should be an “Appreciate very much” button.
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