Baby - 1st. Milk. Poem by sean north

Baby - 1st. Milk.



All these
Frayed nerves
This running
On reserves
Is not really
How one preserves
Falling into
The curves and
Skidding when
You swerves
Dishing out
Whatever
You think

It Deserves

But enough
of that now
Now You
Need to use
A cool head

Use a
Cool head
Baby

Sunday, October 1, 2017
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