Sisters Sojourn 56 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
YOUR laughter drips like the
rain from the sky, it hits your
vein, like a childs broken toy,
your mind lights up, as it starts
to break down, your about to
hit rock bottom, so enjoy the veiw.
YOUR laughter drips and drips....
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