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A love poem for Coach Rapper (who is nervous about starting school again tomorrow)

Darling this isn`t the end of the world, no matter what you say;
These leaves are falling, crushing, lifting into another day.
The way your breath hits the air, like pop eye cigarettes;
The way your feet hit the ground pounding with every step.
Your heart is beating, you are heavy breathing, everything is okay.
Hold still my love, hold still my love, tomorrow`s another day.


One response

  1. Fine poem.

    October 10, 2011 at 11:11 pm

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