Fire and warm

race about the same time

Felling and fleetingly

Sober but maybe not forget

Same as last year about this Time

While we hate the furniture

Or the smells after a certain amount of time

I will not tell

How good this day was

Till then

My friend

I miss you

And I love you

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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