NOTE books, full of mechanical
words, the approach is so simple,
just make some coffee, and read
a great book.
ITS a language problem your
teachers wood say, still in your
mind, you see, red, green or
blue.
NOTE books, filled with mud and
mire, slippery foot steps, is
olated from the calm summer.
ITS a language problem your
teachers would say, still in
your mind, its red, green, or
blue.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-sisters-slumber/
