Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Kenny.
This poem reminds me of you.
These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a Harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my shoes, no money in my pocket, and the sun shining on my face
So long for now kenny I have fond memories
Kevin French
