Sunday AfternoonA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
sipping coffee on a Sunday afternoon,
dreaming about the day she can be held, once and for all, alive and kicking, alive and breathing, he thinks this as he tries to work out what he needs to do in order to be her role model, the one she cries to when the neighbor boy who secretly has a crush on her pushes her down and runs away like the youngster he is, he hopes to have that positive impact on her, and so as he sips his coffee this Sunday afternoon, he hopes everything can come out buttered-side up © 2012 Kenneth The Poet |
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2 Reviews Added on February 20, 2012 Last Updated on February 20, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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