Rods Colors (By Kimmy Holmes, My Daughter)
the cigarette is always burning
your mind always turning
your bigger than most people
not too big for me
when you squint at me that way
I don't wonder what you think
I see me in living color
I see me on the brink
I wonder why you stay
I'm past my expiration
I guess you're alot like me
your here for the duration
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2007
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