A moment, left carelessly lying around
May be snatched unexpectedly
By someone, who stumbles, unwittingly,
Into your Cathedral of Self.
Joceile
1975
Saturday, September 17, 2011
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About Me
- Joceile Moore
- Essays on learning to be brave and enriched with humor; a memoir; and bad rhyming poetry. What’s not to love? Be grateful. There are no plans to make a movie.