Drunken Habbits Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Drunken Habbits
COLD and clammy drunken hobbits,
with flower sprites that trickle
from the clouds above, they pull
out their majic wand, and shot it
like a empty gun.
I cry out, i dont want to be alone,
i cry out, im frightend and need some
love, i cry out, and laugh at all
these small words, still these drunken
hobbits have some thing to say.
this poem is for a friend of mine who died in the 12th grade,2 days before the end of high school, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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4/26/2024 8:10:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is nice, .. good tribute, David. eager verse. makes me think of Lord of the Rings. the Hobbit is one of my favorite books. Goldy