Poetry For Everyday People
Simple
How I long for you,
I need my bar back,
when you have it
figured out:
the rest is
backwards,
dealing with all
the people I left behind
all over again
and I feel like a fool
for doing it.
I need my bar back,
when you have it
figured out:
the rest is
backwards,
dealing with all
the people I left behind
all over again
and I feel like a fool
for doing it.
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