The Green Lane NewsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzmy home townThe Green Lane News It came upon a six o’clock hour The headlines read its some type of fire No pictures, just headlines, the story read Can Al escape the dragon of Green Lane dread? Can I escape from your folly or hide my grin Giggle my return to a state of being Clean my slate what was once a coffin My rate of return is to much to miss I could possibly know how Bliss once kissed All the while I womb in the flesh of my skin Oh a fevered pitch I found a place where I’m the only son of a b***h! © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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