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Barqs Like a Chicken B

One summer I fell in love with popeyes chicken and barq's root beer, lusted over a Mexican rose in the upstairs flat In the daytime i moved furniture and dreams come eve I'd slouch in the aluminum bleachers aside the gridiron merrily gorging and drinking...though quite alone happy in the glorious simplicity tossing silver cans and bird bones between hash marks wiping greasy fingers on the stars... Basking in the sweet scent of irony. You see in high school i secretly hated jocks, they flaunted those sparkling letters got all the girls i flaunted F's and got their leftovers now they were getting mine,,, Many bones later, lips kissing a cold silver can with little red barrels still quite alone remembering the silhouette of a rose in an upstairs window some things are never meant to be opened...

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Date: 9/11/2016 6:07:00 PM
Anthony, you are excellent at writing free verse. I loved reading this romantic nostalgic piece! 7 ; )
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