Lipa Poems - Poems about Lipa

...My daddy—he once told me don’t ever play with nuns they’ll hit you with their rulers it won’t be any fun I snuck out of that prison and now I’m on the run Once freed from that schoolhouse ......

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...TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.” It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan. If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars. Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ coc......

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...The milk coffee skies of Paris in May, make the Seine river look insanely gray. At sunrise it’s quiet - the traffic’s mostly bikes our digs are luxurious and private my school stress is waning......

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...Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky wisp......

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...I miss you I missed you before you were gone I missed you when we made eye contact for the fifth time as I glanced around the room, our eyes somehow always meeting I missed you when we walked alon......

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... “Scrabbled” I could write a book about all your dance moves fire handed on a platter heart beating like a hammer a body of work glanced at......

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