Thralls Choose to StayA Poem by Kristine Ferg
cones and stones and wandering herds
graze before the dawn. A place to find, yet none, dare mind the legs the young sheep feast from day to day. they develop into sneezing heathens debts to hide their care and the reasons no one seems to fill we fill with the finest air. © 2011 Kristine Ferg |
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1 Review Added on July 1, 2011 Last Updated on July 1, 2011 AuthorKristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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