A Small Ink of TalkA Poem by Alfred Kukitzpast memories ariseA Small Ink of Talk Come, Come with me, We will walk with our faces and find a tear, A tear on the edge of my soul. LBJ, MLK, Vietnam, torn memories, just a small ink of talk to find my self near.
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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