Miss Fortune

Posted by on April 28, 2011 in Miss Fortune, poem, Poems |

Miss Fortune Is at my doorstep again and this time she’s carrying 2 bags. She only stops by when she needs something. And that something, this time, is 400 bucks and a ride home after the procedure. Well Miss Thing guess what? You can keep the keys and the baby cuz I’ve gotta a bike […]

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