In 17 Syllables…
A chance meeting. Just passing through. Seeking only fun but found much more…
Spring enters stage left and the heart flutters with thoughts of new beginnings.
Freshly shaven. Hair cut. The look of a new man. Demons still torment.
Your grip is slow to release but Father Time will persuade. Acquiesce.
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Do you know what it is to fly, green feathered friend? Clipped, you soar no more.
In 17 Syllables... 