The last argument I had
the last dance piece that I saw
the last sax I heard
the last black man I saw dancing
the last call I made
the last object I choose
the last hand I hold
the last word I pronounced
The first time.
by The Shortfellow
31/12/12
Selection of Poetry, Essays on Art culture and politics as well free writing about the vision of life by The Shortfellow
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