It's Wes' birthday:
For a present, you should give
him some sarcasm
It's Wes' birthday:
For a present, you should give
him some sarcasm
As he removes the
bulletproof vest, he exhales.
It has done its job
He writes his haiku,
limericks and short poems,
while she lives an ode
A thunderous crash,
followed by silence, silence,
then the siren's wail
Outside in sunshine,
I read poetry alone,
wishing she was here
Sun behind the trees,
it tries to reach through, touch me,
remind me it's here
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To all the fathers
everywhere, for all your hard
work, you get a tie
Every poem had
the word "curve" in it, a cure
for all those straight lines