wall-kin on A Street
a city is a teardown
there is no retreat
derelict pocket
historians keap it neat
in and under ground
vulcanize tire
ladies upright in bathtubs
june bug packet beans
Poetry
wall-kin on A Street
a city is a teardown
there is no retreat
derelict pocket
historians keap it neat
in and under ground
vulcanize tire
ladies upright in bathtubs
june bug packet beans
vulcanize tire
ladies upright in bathtubs
june bug packet bean I love this stanza, but the whole thing makes me think of Yankee Stadium.>KB
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You are a strange man…
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You don’t have any idea…>KB
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out of loose change…awlbits oft
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he’s french. i remember june bugs….caught ’em in jars
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& favor few four robins in the hood
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