Because that shit happens

there is blood from a pigeon
decimated on 3rd and 9th
where i had a stand off with a taxi
where i tried getting a job
where i saw a collision
where i took a left once
maybe twice
where i greeted a fellow cyclist
where i found a quarter
where i came up with this poem
that is still frozen in the ice

-JG

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