I made a mountain of love
Out of a molehill of drugs
That I grew too weary to climb
Crying over milk that's spilled
Falling in love, falling behind
Now it's water under the bridge
But I'm learning to swim again
With all the innocence of a child
SP
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Your poetic pennings are sheer excellence . . . you say so much in verse - BRAVO!!
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