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My Youth

My Youth

A Poem by ajelly


My youth, young, wild blue ridge Virginia wilderness Fleeting experiences, innocent, sensitive and free My youth, naïve, sheltered childhood unsp..
Connemara as I saw her

Connemara as I saw her

A Poem by PatrickPink


Tired of posting so much sad boi s**t. Here's something a bit more positive
Summer Rocks

Summer Rocks

A Poem by PatrickPink


There's nothing quite like buggering off in to the wilderness with a collection of like minded reprobates
Music Maps

Music Maps

A Poem by PatrickPink


Songs can be a snapshot of a place, a time, a person, but only if you let them be