Poem: Stuart Isn’t Here
This poem is about a great friend and writer.
Stuart Isn’t Here
Stuart, your writing makes me jealous
Wanting just to eat, pour a glass of wine,
Feeling years behind, your words all float
The jealousy, the trying to get it down
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THE SMELL OF TWEED
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