a poem – Snazy

A timeless living statue  that I worshipped as my god.  The smell of his pipe. The gruff of his voice.  His obstinance in good humor.  A charming magician  that could do no wrong in my eyes.  Manhattan in hand.  Tending to his rose bushes.  Go pick an orange of the tree he would tell us. ... Continue Reading →

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