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One hitter Adventure
by Deanna M Gritsonis
Under the unknown tree
No sun today
A cold to which promises rain
A mini adventure begins
Lighting cigarettes to prove our fake innocence
Pack a one hitter
Irish accents
As they run a scene
Jumbling from the sweet smoke
The quite sounds of the last min crams
Remembered distant years away
When the longing for your past surfaces
She turns
Face red from the chills of April 21, 2003
to enjoy the simple things
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04/21/2003 Author's Note: Needed to put it down... not done yet.
Posted on 04/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Deanna M Gritsonis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 08/08/03 at 08:19 PM mmm yes they are quite the mini adventure. i had an unknown tree once too, secret place, for just such stuff. well it was a weeping willow, but underneath it an unknown secret cave of brambles ;) |
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