Late NightA Poem by RivI saw, the soda in the fridge. Ready to strap down, and start again. Every word lied across that page. It was worth money, fast and clear. So if I were to finish fast, I would get payed no doubt about that. What to do with the money but spend, spend it on the one I love again.
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