little wheelsA Poem by Dylanfirst roller skate date.four, four eight tiny wheels, spinning, spinning with everyone grinning. round, round circling the ground, this is just great why no, i can't skate. rock roll throbbing us all, went like a whiz slid into a skid! blurred, whirred slurred streaks of light, "good grief" i call, "lord, here comes the wall!" smashed, crashed down on my a*s, with a roar and a cheer i rise from my rear. spin, spin eight little wheels, gliding, gliding and there you are smiling!
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Added on October 7, 2014 Last Updated on October 7, 2014 AuthorDylanMIAbout"Above all, create...and may the gods grant you peace." Just a child of the turbulent sixties living a dichotomy of creativity while maintaining a middle class life. Accomplishment, however great or.. more..Writing
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