G Rated hope not
'
i met her
in
Old City
Philadelphia
on a bench
the park bench
she wuz
patting my forehead
with the
cool damp cloth
my wake
wow
She had those
I never knew eyne
‘emerald care’
“ i
pray he’z
Single”
stare
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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