This Air - $ Poem by sean north
This Air - $
Why duz smoke run
straight to the
eye
Why are crooked all
these tears we
cry
Why wish for more
and just get older
And feel these bones
busy getting colder
Learn to culminate
inside perfection
Know this Heir is
your protection
cos, In God We Trust
on every dollar
bill
Will never
cure ITS
ill
Friday, February 9, 2018
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