a poem by Jeremy Tate Daniels, USA

Every day there is a cloud that floats alone
Choose your melon
The fruit stands empty
The dealers were right
Faces gain entry
I'm allowed to fly my kite
Shall we walk?
Your legs are light
Everyday there's a cloud that floats alone
It makes me wonder if home is home
Cum light cum night
No cums not right
Chew gum
Chew hide
Kick the bum
He's with no pride
Help the poor with simple divide
My skin is unacceptable
May we trade
Square deal
Here comes the cloud

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