September 14, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Comment ROGUE STATE It is in the mind to be born in a rogue like you, Mom, who doesn’t need to be said for and only knows the difference between the loves of life and the songs of dead men who don’t mean a thing anymore. I will be good but you better understand that all they do is ask for the ring on your finger back and that is bad for the righteous time we are having together. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
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