Mother's Date
Pickled In Cortisone At a door Puffing smoke Leather coat Black teeth The man with Citric sweet Cologne Greasy Combed hair Stubble Deep wrinkles Waiting In shadows Ugly His harsh Cold stare Flagging Decrepit cabs Yellow Tinted lamps Swinging Creaking Doors Her gentle feet On Slabs Remember Bring her back Safe As Houses In better parts Dirty hands At sides Unsightly Eyes of black. mission_bob...(c)April2010
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