So much depends upon
a big warm sun.
Hot as my coffee
High in the sky
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
favorite poem from book
We real cool. We
left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
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