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 AuthorTerry 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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