Writing on these later thought I would share
Below a steeple see who cares
Pray love enjoy the day
Said I would write later anyway
But I understand where I am
A Toronto minute still demands
All of your sight
Keep people away from a fight
Would not want to be here late at night
On a street orner late in the year
Cold nights creates tears
On the street corner of fears
Looking at all the unseen moments
Just a street corner sonnet
Talking, walking up and down
Street corner folk all around
Next time instead of walking over
Say hello don't be like a lawn mower
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
