Anyone can write a poemA Poem by J.L HunterLike a broken bag.like a broken bag. He walks with a sudden stride. Smiling. Because he gives something of a s**t. About the world he lives in. Dead fish. Fish like floating
paper in a sewer line, he gloats. His fame is a mountain, steep, and as like a pyramid. Incline of a bum. Who sleeps underneath this bridge. He is like a
broken bag. Floating with a sudden glide. He smiles. A pile of broken glass. Who he is. © 2011 J.L HunterAuthor's Note
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Added on March 16, 2011Last Updated on March 21, 2011 AuthorJ.L HunterPensacola, FLAboutWriter. Father. Lover of cheese. Umbrella salesman. Badger enthusiast. Doorknob. Cup. Also, cigarettes. Lots and lots of cigarettes. And beer. Smoke. Sizzurp drinker. Lemon flavor, never grape. more..Writing
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