Little SomethingsA Poem by TyLittle Somethings
City lights twinkle
If you dim 'em just right All seems peaceful Under eminent cries Cold wind and cool breeze Eliminate ties He holds core truths Small pot of that gold None of this reiterates anything Similar to political polls But I preciate your time Reciting these lines A little something to ease, The bullshit succumbing your mind. © 2017 TyReviews
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