Hit Poem by linda jenkinson

Hit

Rating: 5.0


During a night in an expected car
I saw how far a long friendship
Can hit.

Always better geared
To see the expected swerves.
I am a delight I swear...
For the first time in nineteen years
I dont want to complain about
A thing...
I would ping and things become so ordinary.
nicely.

but this little juiceness
will keep me with him~
and me and you.
thricely.

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linda jenkinson

linda jenkinson

northallerton yorkshire uk
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