Posted on April 24, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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Blood is important. But it’s not everything.
Posted on February 15, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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To give your heart to me. It meant everything.
Posted on February 13, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death’s grasp Almost perfunctory
Category: family, poetry, WritingTags: death, family, grandfather, grandmother, life, phone call, poem, poetry, Writing
Posted on January 15, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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Flowers while they can smell Hugs while they can feel Kisses while they can taste Words while they can hear Winks while they can see