a second fortune : a poem
i could hear his motor 2 minutes before his bright orange McLaren turned into the 7-11 he pulled to the pumps i munched on my orange chicken takeout and watched
i could hear his motor 2 minutes before his bright orange McLaren turned into the 7-11 he pulled to the pumps i munched on my orange chicken takeout and watched
she was brave she was smiling she knew this was the moment for her to explore vigorously