No.
More like the dirty, yellow Sperrys I left behind at 405 West Phoenix because I didn't care enough to go back.
But, you're more like the Buckeyes hat I left behind with Rex in Ohio two years ago.
I've yet to find a hat to replace it.
And you're much more like the Classics I bought two years ago that I just can't seem to get rid of.
I've yet to leave you behind like the countless miles we've traveled together.
And you're much more like the Classics I bought two years ago that I just can't seem to get rid of.
I've yet to leave you behind like the countless miles we've traveled together.
1 comment:
Hey! Great poem. Really.
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