Garbage and Skeletons
(a poem by Gavin Link dictated to me, Erin Jane, late one evening as I wrote in my journal)
I don't normally write poems but o.k.
Skeleton man, Skeleton man
How does that garbage taste?
Give us a dance, Give us a smile
There's onion rings on your face.
3 comments:
Now, that's destined to become a classic. Did you ever hear this one? (From his journal)
a walk on the beach with jane
a walk in the woods with erin jane
sunshine in the woods with erin jane
she just didn't know what the small boy would become
Oh Annie! Thanks!
I love it. I love you and I feel the emulsion. oh ya...
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