At the age of seven I looked to my right
And saw a dog that could hardly move
Then a angel came and took it up
And my heart could no longer groove
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Dry Puddles
Poetry"What are you doing?" Jumping. "Jumping in what?" Puddles duh. "But there's nothing there!" So what? "You're crazy." I know.
Wet Streets (5/8/17)
At the age of seven I looked to my right
And saw a dog that could hardly move
Then a angel came and took it up
And my heart could no longer groove
