amid the gothic decades old ruins,
stalactites in drooling 44 pounds of mig weld,
150 square feet of sheet and flat bar and ingenuity..
the wind hits the nail right on the head...
the point left behind decrepid and bent,
like this cars truth...
poetry in action.
I'm gonna wax it.
Last edited by Barry Donovan; June 3, 2014, 05:29 PM.
Previously boxer3main
the death rate and fairy tales cannot kill the nature left behind.
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