To Everyone who Wanted me to Run to Them. by Nolan Bucsis

Apr 15

To Everyone who Wanted me to Run to Them.

I ain't got nothing.
Ta say to ye.

So, listen close.

And,
*** gon.

As the crow flies.
In another direction.

Don't let the tire irons.
Slow you dun.

Written by

Nolan Bucsis 41/M/Somewhere in Canada

(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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