Categories Haikus Love and Romance Philosophies Uncategorized Pocket change Post author By poetluckerate Post date September 19, 2011 Old loves are a dime- a-dozen; here’s a quarter you can keep the change Share this poemClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tags food for thought, old loves, past romances, poem about growing older, poems about past loves, remembering old loves, remembrance, remembrances By poetluckerate I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay. I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways. View Archive → ← Harvest → Prodigal poet
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