sitting on a park bench,eyeing little girls with bad intent,,,snots running down his nose,,gressy fingers smeering shabby cloths,,drying in the cold sun,,watching as the pritty pantys run,,feeling like a dead duck,,spitting out peaces of his brokin luck,,an old man wanders lonly,spending time the only way he knows,back hirting bad he bends to pick the dog end,he goes down to the park to warm his feet,
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 03:09:00 +0000
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