Jimmy Carter
The unrelenting wheel of time turns
around its axis;
grinding the living in their bodies;
even those with names in leather & silver;
those we wish to remember
Jimmy Carter has exhaled his last
I wake with burning eyes
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-12-30 at 09:05
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