OldA Poem by John Sullivanday light day break the fucked up snowman every day the earth it turns and all the clouds pass by empty words will be buried in the urn and I'm not ugly when I'm lying the icicle heart the over-eager start there was a joke once told and I know it very well When I was
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I was last and the last falls away at the first newsprint ink slashed across the page and it's all I've got to sell © 2024 John SullivanAuthor's Note
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