Strange LandA Poem by MarkI am a martian designed in red dust fired in passion and lust I feel. Broken communication; I am Confused, I don't understand the language assumed by this land. I reel. Singular and isolate I travel, I don't care where Moving through this human fair I deal.
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2 Reviews Added on April 26, 2017 Last Updated on April 26, 2017 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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