An Average Poem Poem by John Shea

An Average Poem



It was at the railroad station where I met her
She was run over and almost dead

I wiped the blood from her forhead
And gave her the cpr I had been taught

She smiled and said John I love you
That scared the hell out of me

So I drank a quart of coffee
And said, well, excuse the hell out of me.

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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