She was tall
He was meek
She was brave
He was beak
She was brawn
He was bark
They were strange
They were stark.
On darkest days
They found caves
He drew darts
She dug graves
She was smart
He was lame
He got lost
She found ways.
They were strange.
-FloydBPoetry-
*be strange with someone strange
Published by floydbrandon
I do a lot of writing because I don’t know how to stop.
I came up in Kansas. If you’ve ever been, it should tell you some about me. There’s not a lake I won’t cross or a tree I won’t climb to get where I’m going. I’m a professional husband, brother, father, friend, and if anything else but a damn fine writer, a real nice lamp.
I know nothing, and that’s fine.
eat shit.
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