And they shrug sometimes, too.
February 24, 2012
Whenever the ball drops
there’s someone just behind it
who couldn’t keep their grip
Sometimes it rolls a bit
and it’s hard to find the
dropper
Some people have weak hands
Some people rely on that
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
