Care Poem by Bull Hawking
Care
I don't care if nobody gets me
Or the white I write
As long as you do
Get me....I mean
As in understand
Not get as far as
Send a hitman typea get
I still think you're as great
As those freshly starched
Blue jeans I used to
Stand in the corner
When I was a kid.....
I'm. Still smiling at
You.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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4/23/2024 3:12:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Stand in corner and watch, very nice description really.