Hey, in celebration of all things vernal and all things changing, here is a poem that celebrates to every day turn turn turn, to every season turn turn turn.
the adventures of braggarts
there are no women
who
wear dresses
and pledge
kisses
upon
your brow
you know this
simpleton
and the island
you
grew upon
is just a dust image on
a Polaroid
.
give us some taste
on our tongues
and
we have the night to ourselves
get in a car crash
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