consider this a thanks from my bowling shoes to yoursA Poem by Ashley H
my mouth is an island
home to panoramic notions that frequent treasuries with bated wheezes overheard from grass-plots to plazas you gulped like red heat playing buttoned-up with each and every graze and not just because they claimed to be good for it in woe and in bowling shoes but because you could do with
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Added on March 13, 2012 Last Updated on March 13, 2012 Author
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