The Forrest Poem by Richard Flappa

The Forrest



It was in the woods
I chased her through the forrest
There were alot of trees
Gaining on her as she screamed
I sipped the juice from my juice box
Imagining it was from her vains
Or that secret place down below

Damn, I love Fridays

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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