MOOR POEMS!
“Ridin’ Dirty”
The freckle sitting on my nose
Is not a freckle that I chose
You must accept I get cold feet
Even in the summer heat
I don’t really like to do the dishes
When I was born,
No three wishes.
But if I had them, I would wish for you
a dancing gene and a bike for two
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“Home”
The cracks embedded in the wood
Retrieve the feeling, I’m understood
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