You
always wore
a stone grey trenchcoat
in November
It
always suited you better
when it snowed
You
always let the zombies come out
on Sunday night
and let the pigeons and bums
feed on your waste
You
rang church bells
in my backyard
every night at six
You
were always so kind
to me
and my bicycle
You
always
amazed me
by becoming
so much more
beautiful
in May
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2 comments:
oh wow, i just realized that I completely disregarded the parameters of this assignment. Shit, oh well.
i give you an F.
ha ha.
great poem.
i think this "assignment" brought out some great poetry in everybody.
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