mr fritzroy ,dreaming in the A.M
into blood,flipped a coin into the
sky,and the funny part,it didnt come
back down,i guess the clouds stole
it, or a ghost from my past,and the
streetwalkers ,and racketeers,and
angels,and the privilege ,stand up to
sing,the problem ,every one forgot the
words....
Poetry by david gerardino
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Written on 2006-11-14 at 00:51
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BUSTED my lip
BUSTED my lip,and turned my tearsinto blood,flipped a coin into the
sky,and the funny part,it didnt come
back down,i guess the clouds stole
it, or a ghost from my past,and the
streetwalkers ,and racketeers,and
angels,and the privilege ,stand up to
sing,the problem ,every one forgot the
words....
Poetry by david gerardino
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-11-14 at 00:51
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