listen, now— you nevermind what the past says my alarm clock is set to love and I’ll hang up three or four layers of curtains to block out your blond glare and I’ll stand naked in the intersection of Broadway and Penn directing traffic with a high-heeled shoe before I’ll let you break into my kitchen and start messing around with what I see as crazy enough to hold dear.
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
1/16/2021 7:13:54 AM # 1.0.0.396