Reas Un Wiped Choice Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Reas Un Wiped Choice



Up wind lined in choices
food funk cracks exposed
fresh paint always scared
coiled in a rims black eye
gushed washed in swipes
mark a skid tire tracs more
choicest cut food Otha door.

Thursday, April 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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