Nothin' Bout The Airy Nights Poem by Lewis Dowell, III

Nothin' Bout The Airy Nights



Nothin' bout the airy nights fascinates
Intrepid nights taken back fo' shiny rivers
Chances get up, but fakes fall down,
When grimy grins win in shadows of sin,
Instances return up and over again,
Like a circular cell without the bells and whistles,
Drizzling instances of yore,
Or a fornight, I hope to see no more-

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