Poetry By Popcorn All The Homes In dirt roads the way you bounce in your seat and smile at the mud coated tires coated legs coated boots while everyone complains that it's not summer. In falling into powder the kind you get once a year that floats on your tongue when you catch it
Poetry By Popcorn The Second Alley Mrs. Craywoodher curls needed cuttinginstead she dyed them blackshe could have washed her facebut she brushed on dark eye shadowto hide her eyesshe used to think they werepretty.
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