Has We - With Dice Poem by sean north

Has We - With Dice



Has we fallen
in a hole

Can someone call
the snow patrol

As this crowd keeps
screaming
for a goal
this head keeps
eating up this soul
with Dice lined up
for another roll

These ribbons hanging
on a bright may-pole

And the every look
we ever stole

Sunday, September 17, 2017
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