Pants hang long,
rural roots shout foul.
Move to street,
spit cancer.
Bounce back to parading dogs.
Grey life smacks monster.
Pants hang long,
rural roots shout foul.
Move to street,
spit cancer.
Bounce back to parading dogs.
Grey life smacks monster.
American Culture, Etudes, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Shadorma
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