Little Poem by Brian lehenbauer

Little



A glass bottle of days gone past
Peanuts floating in the glass

Teenage lover, full of luster
Leave the family

Ruin our lives
Feel like what is floating a glass

Race down the street in your 57 chev
Now you are alone and you don’t even know it

I feel the pain of days gone by

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