Good Year Poem by Lamar Cole

Good Year



It was a very good year.
When he became old enough to drink beer.
He loved drinking cans of Bud.
And the cool feel of those tasty suds.
Being at the club with honies on both knees.
Looking at all the hot babes as far as the eyes could see.

Sunday, June 9, 2019
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