I’m the mint on your pillow….I’m whiskey in your tea,
but nothing can make me feel mellow….he was almost a brother to me!
He was such a nice fellow….always charming to me.
He’d always light ever place that he lit but there are demons
that most cannot see.
I’d wouldn’t be lying if I said I was crying but this is not about me….
SO I’M THE MINT ON YOUR PILLOW HE WAS ALMOST A BROTHER TO ME.!
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I liked your poem…. I’m glad you shared it
Nancy. Sent from my iPhone
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