Crispin Poems

Alternate Strain

it’s an old story finding love Marie’s smile
makes it fresh again & knowing that it
will end i saw myself again at the
fair popping balloons with darts no one
listens not the man who guessed the lady’s
weight & got punched i was confused &
my mother laughed a little i’d like to ask
her now if she knew she was beautiful

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