1919

whenever I think of you
oh how I laugh
when I think how
I cried for you

poor little butterfly
you can’t get loving
where there ain’t no love
your eyes have told me so

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Day 95 of 100 of an exhilarating challenge that combines my love for music and my desire that some day I will write yet again. The poem above is a collage of song titles that topped the charts throughout the year 1919. My stimulating goal is to create one “collage poem” every day for 100 consecutive days. 5 more to go…

Apart, 2021

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