General Another poem. Just made it up by wndozh8er 8/3/2015 written by wndozh8er 8/3/2015 I look up to a deep blue sky, yet all I see is gray An airplane flies overhead, I wish it was the Enola Gay Fat Man, Little Boy, why must you keep me waiting turn the sky Crimson red, and leave me evaporating deepEnola GayFat MangrayLittle Boy 0 comment 0 Email Related posts WHY 4/19/2024 Happiness? 4/18/2024 A nice joint…. 4/18/2024 4/18/2024 Path of the loner 4/17/2024 113 4/17/2024 I Want A Miracle 4/16/2024 Regression 4/15/2024 Advise 4/15/2024 4/14/2024 Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.