![]() Days of CrystallineA Poem by Terry O'Leary
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine. Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine feigns appetite on foggy nights and days of crystalline. © 2015 Terry O'LearyReviews
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1 Review Added on July 24, 2015 Last Updated on July 24, 2015 Author![]() Terry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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