Revolving Doors Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Revolving Doors

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belts, barnacles and revolving doors,
it is here where life makes sence, why,
you dont really know, maybe its your
comfort zone, or a trip to the zoo, still
with out it you feel dumb or nude, kinda
like no gas in a brand new car, , , , , , , ,

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 11 December 2006

Comfort zones, hmmm glass of merlot and a good novel, grand piece David!

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