Number Eight
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I... sat alone
Watched the world go by
Sat and stared
Sighed once in a while
Alone... in this world
Years pass and now I am old
and still... I sit alone
Pondering about what could have been
What if's, things unknown
YOU ARE READING
Chauncey's Book of Odd Poems
PoetryGet your pens and prepare to write This will be an all out fight! Use letters and words -as replacements for swords- Ready, Aim, Write!
