Filters On 2017051120170511 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems We carry our filters everywhere So no matter what air we breathe It smells like home To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Very true. Nicely worded,