Just a Breadman
Just a breadman, nothing special... A breadman, who walks amongst others, he is nothing special… Or so it seems... He has a heart, as big as the sun, Just a breadman, nothing special... He had something special, and he lost it... He found something special, and looks like he'll have it… He found a love, like he missed… He lives it, thinks about it, puts his thoughts on paper… When people read them, they seem to like them... Just a breadman, nothing special... Writes about his loves, his loss, and his renewal. Just a breadman, nothing special... Who writes poetry... To be continued... © Jonathan Wikkins October 14th, 2001 All rights reserved Written October 14th, 2001 revised feb 11, 2008 © on Oct 14 2001 02:55 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff other
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