Horn Section II

poetry

And sometimes it’s nice
with the balance how it is
but when you say Good Morning
all I want is saxophones
and when you say it again
I shouldn’t hear nothin’
except for
damn

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

Horn Section II

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