he walks in and says –
“Hi
I ‘ve got a sore butt from biking
I love you – keep writng
I am watching a dumb movie
bye”
And so I get up and drink a porter
and smoke a stick and ask while
he dies, does he think he’ll pray for life
after death
and his answer is
a strong and sturdy
“no”
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Author: annieepoetry
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
But
Becareful
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI
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