There's Space Everywhere
Words and tones may break my bones
but sticks and stones invite me
drinking from the opposite side of the cup
I think the name was Abbie something
Abbie normal
i am sure that was the name
Calling house a hame
Bathing in the shame
Changing face to name
This weido missed his r
or do i we
have a choice
Take a seat as i gently pat the spot
and hide behind the smile
that seems just not to fit
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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