Open Poetry #40 |
Color Me "Bad" |
howardtsu Senior Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 678 |
she told me no she told me go but she holds me so gently everytime we blow our chance to glow it's too dark to know if our river flows up or down but i love her frown as much as her nouns he has her crown but i have her crayons it think we're even as long as my Crayola continues to lay on her charm love, howard |
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