Friday, January 3, 2003

In The Smoking Car Comments

Rating: 3.1

The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap.
The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest.
It shakes above the briefcase on his lap.
Close voices breathe, "Poor sweet, he did his best."
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Richard Wilbur
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IMYOURMUMFAG 21 July 2020

Bro is this poem all it said was " I drove a car last night" Bro like drive it of a cliff has more detail atleast

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