Mad Haste, But Not Too

Mad haste to taste my waist,
Unless you’d rather baste
Until the sun sets in the puddle,
A gentle reminder that we are rubble.
Southern tumble makes me wonder
Why are we so tender in the middle?
Still, the crumble cars that travel
Seek to stumble, but not too

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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