APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
bug was huge when they moved the can it crawled away for the sun to hide beneath the temporary can was soon picked up the bug most gone from sun he crawls away not fast enought they might get squash or eal green beans the food was nice the hanburger marred only by the fancy bun those seeds of carroway the fancy people add to bread that otherwise just has no taste at all
eye feel much better when meat is added to the meal
the wino tried to rule the sidewalk but he failed
eye cursed in vain all he did was leave the steps and belly upside down in the rat infested weeds he hides now from the sun quite similar to bug and kin to rat
he is on borowed time with eye
the black man thinks she likes him now
he shames himself she is not his
a woman will walk and notice a man when he is breaking rules
but she should knoe he is only a wino
he begs the money for the beer or finds it already open in the trash she moved the can and the bug crawled to hide from the sun
the people that live here on the run
they are like that bug
no one is your friend
but the Jester
The JOker and the JEster they both love you doing wrong
the bug who ran from can makes prose poetry to live inside my heart
heartily eye sit and smile
making this day shine
APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
— at Canal Street.APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
bug was huge when they moved the can it crawled away for the sun to hide beneath the temporary can was soon picked up the bug most gone from sun he crawls away not fast enought they might get squash or eal green beans the food was nice the hanburger marred only by the fancy bun those seeds of carroway the fancy people add to bread that otherwise just has no taste at all
eye feel much better when meat is added to the meal
the wino tried to rule the sidewalk but he failed
eye cursed in vain all he did was leave the steps and belly upside down in the rat infested weeds he hides now from the sun quite similar to bug and kin to rat
he is on borowed time with eye
the black man thinks she likes him now
he shames himself she is not his
a woman will walk and notice a man when he is breaking rules
but she should knoe he is only a wino
he begs the money for the beer or finds it already open in the trash she moved the can and the bug crawled to hide from the sun
the people that live here on the run
they are like that bug
no one is your friend
but the Jester
The JOker and the JEster they both love you doing wrong
the bug who ran from can makes prose poetry to live inside my heart
heartily eye sit and smile
making this day shine
APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry
the people that live here on the run they are like that bug no one is your friend but the Jester The JOker and the JEster they both love you doing wrong
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