ROBBED - From SPLITTING THE EARTH
Here's "Robbed." ROBBED At night your smell it sucks my breath away A stale poured beer times six ekes out your pores. I long to yell at you. This dismal spell That robs us poor of love and money, too. A wish for you for me is just to stop. Copyright 2008. Betsy Lewis. All rights reserved. Summer... Sign in to see full entry.