You know
what a poem is
I wish someone
would tell me
I have seen
lights turn
to dark
I have found
money in
the cracks
I tripped
and fell on
hard times.
Writing is
no way to
survive
it just
makes it
seem like
it makes
sense.
Jim Hime ©2015
lights turn
to dark
I have found
money in
the cracks
I tripped
and fell on
hard times.
Writing is
no way to
survive
it just
makes it
seem like
it makes
sense.
Jim Hime ©2015
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