Tattered Glass
Shoes shines
News to me
Cauliflower wine
Cranberry leaves
Coat tales, coat tales
Rise above the cotton drums
Radiation freedom
And when they come
Come for me with their guns
I am gonna run
Broken and cut like blades of grass
Like looking through a spiders tattered glass
10/06/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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