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the trees and flowers are all abloom and i am a sneezing fool.
the sun is staying up past its bedtime now and the birds dont like to sleep.
meanwhile bea smith has shot nola mckenzie and i am drinking iced tea and wishing something good would make its self for dinner.
i have a little poem that i dug out of the pile of notebooks i keep.
She steps to the edge
her heart cold and glass like in her hands.
a small smile crosses her lips as she notices a crack
in the exterior of it,
the wind whips through her raven hair.
she leans forward to see the world spin and
jumps.
yeah now that i see it again and think of how depressed i was it was better then
i have more poetry
i will post more again
the trees and flowers are all abloom and i am a sneezing fool.
the sun is staying up past its bedtime now and the birds dont like to sleep.
meanwhile bea smith has shot nola mckenzie and i am drinking iced tea and wishing something good would make its self for dinner.
i have a little poem that i dug out of the pile of notebooks i keep.
She steps to the edge
her heart cold and glass like in her hands.
a small smile crosses her lips as she notices a crack
in the exterior of it,
the wind whips through her raven hair.
she leans forward to see the world spin and
jumps.
yeah now that i see it again and think of how depressed i was it was better then
i have more poetry
i will post more again
And I NEVER answer my own questions. I have a hard enough job thinking them up.