Very Bad Archive
Julia Flores by Julia Flores
Robert Hawkins
Grandma first time I died.
All whom mattered walked away.
Like in file limping to the next tommorrow.
I smile in the gale blowing in my face.
Life but another bitter cup yellow-brown tea.
Rain oh rain sweet rain upon my fertile ground.
None may grow while I yet sleep.
Fertile dreams sweet my sleep.
Toss not your petals but a fern to me.
I lie dry as time slips by.
Slipping slipping away.
Waiting for the worms to come.
Feast yet on another form of me me.
Julia Flores.
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bobby
note; dang julia,, I get kind hot for a robot.
(lol) luv ya bobby
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: