First Friday

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First Friday First Friday

Poem by: Christopher Michael Coney

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Genre: Poetry

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a night @ first friday in philly

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a night @ first friday in philly

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Submitted: October 03, 2011

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Submitted: October 03, 2011

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Springtime Klepto, stolen in the night.

smoke exhaled to the OOOH!s and AAAAh!s in joyish plight.

As i become like a kite gliding about,

the undulations both quivering and stoudt.

Baring witness to everything cuming and going.

the tide she is flowing.

apparently (bitches Ain't shit and they F*cked with the right Ho)...

Pulled hair, Wrapped Whip windows, with wigs on Nymphos.

As i now like paper floating down the river feeling the currents go.

floating along i contemplate.

I spy weirdos to alleviate.

the pressure of being something different

in a world where everything is everything


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