Cloe Part 3 Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Cloe Part 3



when i was a boy, i would walk
thats how i hear them talk
other girls
thats the world to me
finger food
and ginger
lee didnt grasp it, the have code
he just, abodes the farewell, kiss toads
them dudes know, they cant have me
not after gravity brings 'em down
not after this clown rolls a ball
we the wall
till fall

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