Poem Hunter
(February 4th 1988 / Davis Island)


Poem By Jesse Tampa

Doves on my shoulders
Bread in my head
Big rocks are boulders
Snakeskin is shed

Return him to life
Escape him from death
Give a groom his wife
Take in a deep breath

Ignore a broken finger
Jump out of a tree
Smokey smells that linger
Snow on a hill so ski

Solo for the money
Duo for the show
Comedy is funny
This be all I know


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