what happened to that poem about her boots? :)
cherilinna 3 years ago
Not too long ago/after the beginning of time/
upon a nine o'clock/of a not too hot/summer night/standing in the door/of the NEW PISA
under the forgotten/plaster head of DANTE
waiting for a table/ and watching/
Everything/was a man with a mirror for a head
which didn't look so abnormal at that
except that/real ears stuck out
and he had a sign/which read
A POEM IS A MIRROR WALKING DOWN A STRANGE STREET... (Ferlinghetti)
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what happened to that poem about her boots? :)
cherilinna 3 years ago
Not too long ago/after the beginning of time/
upon a nine o'clock/of a not too hot/summer night/standing in the door/of the NEW PISA
under the forgotten/plaster head of DANTE
waiting for a table/ and watching/
Everything/was a man with a mirror for a head
which didn't look so abnormal at that
except that/real ears stuck out
and he had a sign/which read
A POEM IS A MIRROR WALKING DOWN A STRANGE STREET... (Ferlinghetti)
cherilinna 3 years ago