Snaps Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Snaps



grew up large and in charge
did wars in my mind
and left brothers behind
seen the zine as an endzone point
seen the juke joint
and the pretty loin
but i did not do one
i did not do one
guess thats my problem
fingers throbbin

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