Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Pine Tar By Smokey Dodge

All things from this earth.

Will hit the ground eventually.

To many times I found myself amongst them.


We all get lost.

About Smokey Dodge:

Smokey Dodge is a poet, Musician, Teacher and drifter of this world.
We may never meet more than today.
But just Incase this is goodbye.

 I got nothing but love to share.

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