A Message To the Denizens of Poetrysoup
twisting in tingled arcs
through a cold late september
breeze, dancing in serpentine
patterns to the puppeteer strings
of the wind, a scrap of paper
gracefully lands upon your windshield
it says
"GET F*CKED"
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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