(103164 / peoria illinois usa)

A Liar Of Saturday Mornings

im packing my glass
with the veggie of some young man
who's father built my bar
as i puff away
drinkinkg anti freeze quality wine
and
smoking the best of grass
i wonder if it all isn't meant to be this way
why shouldn't i fall in love
with some indiana girl
in some truck stop cafe?
she has a smile
and a spark
she has some life
and i don't fear it a bit
my fear is
i can't volly it

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Thanks for the poetry its really well versed! Do you write sponteanously or does it take time. I found this site an hour ago and for the first time on a computer I banged out a few its good to interact with you.