Up On AgingI shall not shirk my smirk
It feeds me.
I need to mount the hill
Of a full blown smile.
On the downside there are giggles
Filled with wriggles of uncertainty.
Peace at last becomes me.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2019-11-20 at 23:47
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