(not my poem but my friends) i saw a man, upon the street. he - TopicsExpress



          

(not my poem but my friends) i saw a man, upon the street. he had no shoes, upon his feet, I said to him, are you alright? he said to me, do you want to fight? a can of white lightning, in his hand. i thought to myself, hes doing grand. leave him to, his own devices, seedy needs, and seedy vices. whether its crack, white lightning, or special brew. you know this shit will ruin you . ( (c) P 07/01/2014
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 15:57:19 +0000

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