Brandon Roy Poems

On a tiny stool sits an old black gypsy woman
Her head wrapped a faded tignon
Grey tinted granny glasses
Corn pipe on her lips
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In Carencro, there is a field
where quiet shadows creep slowly
every stone is mouldered
and the wind refuses to blow
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In Carencro, there is a field
where quiet shadows creep slowly
every stone is mouldered
and the wind refuses to blow
...