Poetry

The Leatherman, The Leatherman a legend would be told About a silent stranger who would walk to parts unknown. He’d trek from Hudson to Connecticut, and places in between And grab a bite of food to eat, that would give his body steam. Punctual was his mark of fame, like clockwork on a wall, The…

(This appeared in Grit – American & Traditions Magazine)The Meaning of LifeBy Fran Capo Breathe.Laugh a lot.Follow your passion.,always.Fall down seven times, get up eight,don’t sue.Learn to grow, be flexibleSurround yourself with love.Give more than you take.Take only what you need.Don’t waste precious time.Nothing is urgent,      don’t run with scissors.Don’t compare, everyone is unique.Live in…

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