It was on the discussion with a old friend that I found myself once indulging into the world of poetry. My last sojourn into it was twent years ago when my hormones were raging with anything wearing skirts. My line up of poems then would make Romeo more vocal in his love declarartion to Juliet. But I shall not revisit the love scent so much here, and broaden my horizon of topics.
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