Age SpotA Poem by Mike Michaels
Her arm out the window
Hand planning oncoming rush Asks if in the entire universe Are we alone? Of course not. Can a resident of skid row Cashing in bottles, buying a lotto Win a billion dollars? Bodega Owner smiling face cracked ear to Ear in LA of all places, of course Could a thousand computers write This poem, this way,, today or ...
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Added on July 23, 2023 Last Updated on July 23, 2023 Author
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