Gingerbread Nostalgia Poem by O. C. Woods

</>HE IS SITTING ON THE BIG RED COUCH
GINGERBREAD CRUMS ON HIS CROUCH
WONDERING MIND AND SWALLEN ANCKLE
RED SHIRT ON and a need to tackle.

NOWADAYS is OF SUN
SMILING HOURS AND THE NOTHING means 'LISTEN'
SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE ROXY?
AMAZING! REGARDS TO BIFFY! !

THIS TASTE IS HIS CHILDHOOD DAYS
BRINGING HIM MEMORIES OF THOSE magical MOMENTS

THE STAR IS SHINNING ON HIS SHOULDER
WITH A RED GLOW, star of BREAD that is GINGER.

O.O.W
04-10-2007
12-06-2011
07-31-08
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