Oxygen Poem by O. C. Woods

Oxygen



THE WARMTH OF THE LAZY DAYS IS NOW
SPRAIN ANKLE & GREAT SONGS, OUT OF SORROW.
THE WORDS BRING US CLOSER,10 MINUTES FROM OVER & OUT ENDINGS
THE FRENCH SUMMER IS FULL, TRACKS WHITER THAN PERFECT CLOUDS.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,sorrow,summer
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