Linda Poem by david gerardino

Linda



SHE fell off the plantet,
made a lot of mistakes,
didnt read the instructions,
or turn on the car lights,
she just sat there,
with head in hands,
and her tears made a funny
sound, like thunder, thunder,
in her room, thunder in her
head, thunder from a sad
childhood, dear sister, even
this sadness takes a break

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