1976

A distant smell of coffee 
Ground in Puerto Rican style

It was the 8th of November 1976
And cravats were back in style

I was back, back in the
New York groove

Without much of a care but
a point to prove

Long moustaches flexed upon
a midnight moon

All my reflections had come too soon

By Sam Fawcett

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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