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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Old Man

The sun rises and falls
while a man past respectable
years drives his motorbike
from the parking lot. A
silver knight? No,
just the homeward bound
carriage of always. *
Posted by BlakeLeitchPoetry at 9:53 PM
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