Poem By nicolas m. soto

yes, i spend all my money drinking and smoking
having a little girl to look after
she says it's okay
as long as i'm reading to her bedtime stories
when darkness floods the room

Comments about Someday

mister soto someone thinks i'm you, i'm flattered, anyway great work an unborn child, why didn't i think of that, is mister england one of your groupies i hope you dont mind sharing him Warm regards AJS

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