RYE… a poem

The taste of a fine Rye on my tongue

Brings back the memories

That I will never have…

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer; View all posts by What Words May Come

Liz Gauffreau says:

May 6, 2020 at 1:36 pm

Ah, a paradox . . .

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D. Wallace Peach says:

May 10, 2020 at 4:02 pm

Ah the regrets for what will never be. I love poems with these subtle loops.

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1. What Words May Come says:
  
  May 12, 2020 at 11:10 am
  
  Thank you, Diana! I hope all is well!
  
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