BEDOUINA Poem by Joseph B Clipperthe one place for me is the open road like seeing a painting from the canvas i'm following the rain to the bow and then you my lovely complication i'd turn in my sneakers for shoes for as much as i can i love you bedouins cant help but look to the wind every root we lay we tear up again from 1987 © 2014 Joseph B Clipper |
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Added on March 26, 2014 Last Updated on March 26, 2014 AuthorJoseph B Clippernewark, DEAbouti write various poems and stories. i call them my 1000 stories to tell. i'm sure i've written something just for you. more..Writing
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