poems by Bobby Z
The American Dream with streets once paved with gold, now filled with detours, the dream has been put on hold.
poems by Bobby Z
At Peace Deep inside my anguished dome, my thoughts run wild & my emotions roam.
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The American Dream with streets once paved with gold, now filled with detours, the dream has been put on hold.
At Peace Deep inside my anguished dome, my thoughts run wild & my emotions roam.