School Never Ends If Your Over Twenty One Poem by James McLain
School Never Ends If Your Over Twenty One
Flying low all the highs l now why
do you?
Love is copy and paste in the sand
me with you.
Love is the last dinosaour*only one *
last whale*only one*
you are here.
Love is the warm whisper of breath
on my flesh before
death.
Love is some englis wench probably
french who thinks im eighty eight
her bad my loss.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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