being built across the street,
has taken a month.
sure is neat.
however it's way white; that's too bright.
and not a window on the east side. nada.
they'll never watch a sun rise.
probably won't be raising chickens.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
being built across the street,
has taken a month.
sure is neat.
however it's way white; that's too bright.
and not a window on the east side. nada.
they'll never watch a sun rise.
probably won't be raising chickens.
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