Run From The Lump In My Pocket Poem by Cigar Aficionado
Run From The Lump In My Pocket
Some homeless before leaving
take some inventory
with them after
the last meal.
Look after crossing famines feast
it always falls to
the coroner
to examine contents of thier pockets.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
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