Gourdes Grow Out of My Ears
My pumpkin beer bubbles
As the orange streets sit wet.
Gourdes grow out my ears
As small vampires roam the night.
Doorstep nodding, I drink more beer.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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