Rabid Poet

Rabid Poet
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Monday, September 14, 2009

Poetry "It"

RabidPoet#Poetry

"It"

/It sits
/Rusted
/Tires flat
/On a vacant Interstate
/Weeds growing in cracks
/Where cars once sped
/Silence
/Except a Crow call

#life

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