SMALL shots of happy, <br />in this poetic bottle, the <br />rain tast like candy, and <br />the wind claps its two <br />bipoler hands, still these <br />cave paintings have some <br />thing odd to say, <br />like, i was here, you were <br />here, and this storm is nothing <br />more then piss- and red and <br />white wine, , , , , <br />small shots of happy, from <br />this bipoler ghetto storm, ,<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-shots-of-happy/
