Old Alfred RoadA Poem by Alfred Kukitztravel with meOld Alfred Road My road is often empty maybe a stone or insect for fun Perhaps you can glide on me in your travels Slip on ice in wintery days Pull over, take the air never knowing Old Alfred will share a silence or two as you compose your mileage and wear. © 2017 Alfred Kukitz |
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2 Reviews Added on September 22, 2017 Last Updated on September 22, 2017 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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