chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

The Fort - Poem by chris bowen

sleeves of blood.interested in only fourty weight, the fifty nill, did spill, blood.all is good, every neighborhood has a wooden fence with roses yet to bloom growing across.will the wind whip nill stalls? will the horses call, say amen? will the fidgeting ever stop? the best deal i ever got was to watch a booty drop.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010

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