chris bowen

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

To Nbc And The C.I.A. - Poem by chris bowen

ghosts, coming, hanging from every tree.ghost falls and lands in front of me.i want to capture this for 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.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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