Poem Poem by Frank Stanford

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When the rain hits the snake in the head,
he closes his eyes and wishes he were
asleep in a tire on the side of the road,
so young boys could roll him over, forever.

Thursday, September 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,snake
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Frank Stanford

Frank Stanford

Mississippi / United States
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