Steven Stevenson followed the sun
His tanned legs were strong
His stature was short
He sat in a hammock drinking a beer
He ate Lobster alone on a deck
He didn’t work anymore.
Steven Stevenson traveled alone
His grey hair was cropped
His nose stubbed
He had many sunglasses
And one pair of shorts
He stayed on the Island five days
And when he got back on a boat
He was done.
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poems and ruminations written in homespun plain language that everybody can understand.
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“ There is no world without Verona, but purgatory, torture, hell itself. ” – Romeo & Juliet – Act III, Scene III, Verse XVII
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