8 Solid Years, now it is 2024

A Poem by Stu. T.H.

Eight long, solid years,
They came, and went flying,
Whenever I think I'm out of tears,
From my eyes, rain come pouring.

- Stu. T.H. (Jan 9, 2023)

© 2024 Stu. T.H.

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