Friday, August 12, 2005Help...I think this poem needs a different ending!!!!!! Any suggestions?Hellen's Fortune Talk to me dirty, eh As you grease your back to the wall Your hands jammed in pockets Not looking for change But caressing the swell there As you watch me fumble with my purse The jingling of my keys The vulnerable clatter of change A pick pocket on the run As my hands ferret,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:59 AM Comments (11) (permalink) |
