To Nbc And The C.I.A. Poem by chris bowen
To Nbc And The C.I.A.
ghosts, coming, hanging from every tree.ghost falls and lands in front of me.i want to capture this for nbc.do you know the number where they slumber? i need a hummer and can produce ghosts.i live on amelia island thats a barrier along the coast.the zodiac killer and his men awaits, to tell the tale of talking fates.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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