Daddy's Work BootsA Poem by J.A.NThere’s a smell in the air Like daddy’s work boots There’s a talk in the wind Like j.daniel’s slur words There’s a sight of tall male Like a mail man bent over There’s a sound of rejection Like a woman had enough There’s a hiss in the mixture Like a tearing of marriage © 2011 J.A.N |
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Added on July 11, 2011 Last Updated on July 12, 2011 AuthorJ.A.NConroe , TXAboutAnd while your head is spinning Hold tight, it's just beginning - The Decemberists I'm fifteen, from a small town. I never know what to write in these About Me's, so let me fly with these f.. more..Writing
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