i.
you can’t stop the man who’s tucked himself away. like mine, your mother doesn’t lose her voice but disappears when quoted. give the babies to jesus. god wants us old.
ii.
I lasted in childhood as long as any who believed a scarecrow got its name for being scared. though I’d go out like a light, my father never fell asleep on his feet.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
i.
you can’t stop the man who’s tucked himself away. like mine, your mother doesn’t lose her voice but disappears when quoted. give the babies to jesus. god wants us old.
ii.
I lasted in childhood as long as any who believed a scarecrow got its name for being scared. though I’d go out like a light, my father never fell asleep on his feet.
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