You stole my poseA Poem by Jon Roggie
Auguste,
I am irritated. When did you come forward, and why did it make you create? Take it back, only to turn it to stone? Moment, chin on my hand, quiet contemplation. Now, mocked as a statue, while only doing what comes natural. © 2013 Jon RoggieReviews
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Added on June 14, 2013Last Updated on June 14, 2013 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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