Stop Poem by Willio Etienne

Stop



Wait and think let see' where we going here, I wonder how many people do stop to think where we going here. But no one knows in here, land me your ears that you may hear, ' what it look like but no one knows in hear. hold up stop wait, I know where i'm going, but no knows in here, they only believe with they nose and ears smell good and it nice up here...

Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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at the stop sign of my block...
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