Grande MortA Poem by NevilleIt feels like I'm on a roll, a ham on rye kinda roll .. or maybe not 🤍Grande Mort No matter where you may
live or hide .. Whether
beneath a bridge, or
in some high
street shop doorway somewhere ..
Either in a cave, or castle .. Just
be sure, that
she shall one day find the
spores you
leave behind and devour you .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on September 16, 2024 Last Updated on November 15, 2024 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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