This is for you
Mr. Secret Agent Man
Who bought me milk when I ran out
Who washed my windows and cleaned my room
Who stayed up with me when I couldn't sleep
And who sang the theme songs of my youth.
I love you.
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grab a cup of steaming hot tea, put on your most comfortable old sweater, and drift into a world of vast, unbroken ocean, sweet lavender springs, and musky twilight. anyone is welcome to participate in our quest-- to write a poem a day; to mine the beauty and tragedy of life and craft it into something silvery and strong. whether you are here to write or appreciate, we hope you enjoy our journey.
Welcome to Willow Fire Society
If you would like to join our challenge to write a poem everyday and contribute your work to our collection, please leave a comment telling us so, along with your e-mail address, and we will add you to our author's list as soon as possible.
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