belts, barnacles and revolving doors, <br />it is here where life makes sence, why, <br />you dont really know, maybe its your <br />comfort zone, or a trip to the zoo, still <br />with out it you feel dumb or nude, kinda <br />like no gas in a brand new car, , , , , , , ,<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revolving-doors/
