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I am a mountain
You - the moon, unreachable
Still, I long to touch
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston4 days ago in Fiction
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Fabulous!!! Left a heart!!!