Poor Town Poor Poem by Carolyn Michael

Poor Town Poor



The poetry around me ain’t even words
It’s a feeling I try to get rid of
Not by overflowing or war but
By stayin’ in this poor town poor
These heads, these eyes, all round, all round
Compress my lungs I try
To make a sound I found is difficult
When you’re surrounded by horns
Horn blow, horn sound in the poor town poor

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Joseph Poewhit 24 September 2009

Towns each have their own personality.

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Carolyn Michael

Carolyn Michael

Dartmouth, Massachusetts
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