Poetry on adrenaline
02 Nov 2011 4 Comments
in Nerdy, Non-English, Poetry
Tags: Andrew Belliveau, Courtney Luckett, Langston Hughes
Hello, Langston, will you be my friend?
I’ll try not to make your dreams explode—
But bleach is caustic in its mode,
And tar too sticky on this road;
Stretching, one or both must bend.
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Nov 02, 2011 @ 22:56:50
Great post today thanks. I enjoyed reading it very much.
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Nov 02, 2011 @ 23:36:40
Thanks! I enjoyed your flowing haiku as well🙂
Nov 03, 2011 @ 09:55:58
Great piece, thanks for posting🙂
Nov 03, 2011 @ 11:16:39
You’re welcome! Thanks for reading it🙂
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