real west
periodic poetry
1.18.2010
Saturday Night or Sunday Morning
You can throw a better bone
I said
Poured a drink
You want a glass
I asked
She nodded
It's getting late
She said
Radio
Softly
playing
I Saw The Light
Clouds
Rolling in
It's going to rain
She said
Yes it will
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