He just sat there.
Peak hour on the train.
He had the blended sexy looks of Kevin Spacey and Heath Ledger.
The hero traits of Crowe.
Had charisma of Colin Firth.
Wasn’t shy!
Category: poetry reading
CHILDHOOD’S PAST, Poetry by Robert Valleau
Carefree days of childhood’s past
Gone for now not to last.
Only in our mind to see
Moments we call memories.
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