Poems from debobpe
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to...
From your talk to your walk I can't stand your presence
Everyday I enter that doorway and become trapped in this prison..
your chalk is...
Looking out the window time passing like Philip Rivers,
Alot of confussed civilians infused with lies on television
what happen to RugRats...