Monday, November 17, 2014

poem of the day November 17


The homemade
dress
was too
small
for the
ball
The lone
gunman
ran out
of bullets
before
firing
even
a single
shot
Truth
stood
still
waiting
at the
corner 
Luckily
there was
enough
time to
catch up
Change
skins
and play
the pretty
dead cat 
bounce

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