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Stan's Side of Island  

A lyrical rebirth of a young man, grown old, then young again.

Recently, I wrote about a lesser know truth that I write poetry - when I was young on scraps of paper - now that I am older, and have the means to database these words in message for all posterity, I do it here.
Recently, I wrote about a lesser know truth that I write poetry - when I was young on scraps of paper - now that I am older, and have the means to database these words in message for all posterity, I do it here.
 
The spirits draft within a mist upon the river's plane.
 
Time is like a rutted road; dives deeper into depth.
Time is like a rutted road; dives deeper into depth.
 
So, I have shown you one poem, now I am showing a second. I wrote this one on a Sunday afternoon, just as I wrote this last one, but, I have no intentions to put melody to this one, however, that could always change.
So, I have shown you one poem, now I am showing a second. I wrote this one on a Sunday afternoon, just as I wrote this last one, but, I have no intentions to put melody to this one, however, that could always change.
 
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