Poetry as I Remembered It
Friday, May 24, 2013
A couple of decades ago
So we take the curve at a screaming seventy miles an hour;
and I feel the knock of a vodka bottle at my heels
as It rockets out from beneath the seat
and I think, in this survived to day,
how did we ever get to be the age that we've become?
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