Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Josh Marshall- A Poem


There's an iron tree 
lying in the middle of the street. 
There's a lovely boy up the road,
waiting for me to rub his feet. 

It's a little dusty 
crying in a private shoe store. 
But there's nothing better 
than having a sweetheart that
you truly adore. 

You keep the cherry 
trying to reach that pot of gold. 
The kid in the jail cell 
keeps getting arrested because 
he's very bold.

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