Swan Wrong PlaceA Poem by Leslie PhilibertEager necked wrap of linen, You bag of stones you. Pasted on, you struggle Above standing water. The last one through the Door, saintly headed you Flap out into the cold. The last, the lost, we two.
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Added on January 3, 2019 Last Updated on January 3, 2019 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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