Smoked Humid Morning To Death Poem by Tim Cronin

Smoked Humid Morning To Death



Smoked humid morning to death
Reading Neruda, Sa Di
Poetry or philosophy
But a baby bunny spied enjoying grass & breath
Said more quietly

Saturday, August 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,baby,poetry
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