this is not a threat
this is not a threatnor a promise
it is only I
calling down
this old street
You have heard me before
you have seen me
strutting like a shameless sun
or at least
with my own bottle of bones
when the eagle finally flies
when the orphan
looks at you with pride
that is when
all is as it should
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-04-16 at 22:19
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