poems written on the fly

Just a thought

In art, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 21 March 2007 at 5:55 am

How come
you can always
remember where
you have bought
your clothes
but not
the exact features
of those you loved
when they were still alive?

EL SEBBO

  1. Don’t ask me dude, I’ve alway wondered. And da prize too! Did u notice ? She also remembers da prize, man. But de loved ones? She ain’t got no f***ing clue. Ain’t da weird? Anyways, it s a good thang u wrote a poem about it, buudy. All da best. djn

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