Not One Photo Was Taken
This poem was written a week or so ago about one morning in Myrtle Beach (my favorite place on earth) but after a early morning trip with one of my best friends to NYC to shoot sunrise pictures I decided to release it now …
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A week or so ago, I had a really good conversation with a great friend of mine. We talked about poetry and different styles of writing. He encouraged me to try something completely different – and quite foreign – not rhyming!!!
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