Blue eyed baby
Indigo
Don mean maybe
Don mean no
Swingem high
Swingem low
Swingem whersev'r
yousa go
Taps'yer feets
to sa beat
Green eyed monster
watchin creep
Don pays no mind
no minds ta pay
Cuttin rugsa
allsa day
nutin but rhysem
Lefta find
Allsem clappin
Allsa time
(September 29th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
