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


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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