Organic Tongue Poetry
THIS IS NOT POETRY
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
we are pointing fingers but you wouldn't know because New Orleans is filled with smoke.
the marshes are burning
blame the heat blame the heat
don't take it personally
if we die in our sleep
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