Untitled
It rains own the fringe
doon the barrel of a syringe
bit doesnae impinge
own a generation raised
own intangible dreams
Promises made an broken
some real and others unspoken
live's wir left Floatin
own a truculent an barren
landscape of limited means
Copyright © Klubba Lisboa | Year Posted 2016
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