i went to the beach and all i got was this crappy poem
fog hides the coast,
creeps close.
there’s less shore than there was before.
I thought I could write a good poem today,
and I waited for the fog to clear.
it never happened.
fog hides the coast,
creeps close.
there’s less shore than there was before.
I thought I could write a good poem today,
and I waited for the fog to clear.
it never happened.