Expectations

Expectations fall from me
like coconuts from trees
my self-propelling cannon balls
that drive me to my knees.

© ceenoa

skybright1 10/06/2015 / 7:35 pm

I like that poem but I wonder what brought it’s birth about?

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- Claudette 11/06/2015 / 7:36 pm
  
  something from last year.
  
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