OUT ON A LIMB
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:40 pm
Maybe I can get some feed on this in here. it's poetry but... I'm looking for honest feed. help if you can...
Between my house and the end of the street
Is a journey, four front yards, three fences
And two bus stops away lived Kenneth.
Now Kenneth, he always used to say
“I once watched my mother die on this lawn.â€
Between my house and the end of the street
Is a journey, four front yards, three fences
And two bus stops away lived Kenneth.
Now Kenneth, he always used to say
“I once watched my mother die on this lawn.â€