ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
The Clever Innocence
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Jessica Maree Orr (writes a poem from her heart)
Real love is hard to find,
Real love is one of a kind.
You may have heart ache,
But there's nothin' love can't shake.
Turn your frown upside down,
Knowing this love is homebound.
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