he victim of all
these odd pressures
he had growing
up in the city
let me hold my
breath 'til his smoke
blows away
these odd pressures
he had growing
up in the city
let me hold my
breath 'til his smoke
blows away
One poem a day or as the mood strikes me unless I get bored.
- more or less or less - hey stop that
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