FriendsA Poem by Cameron Berry
I have bored through,
solid oak as it were, through to my cozy pigeonhole cloaked in burs Falcon, hear me: later we’ll resume the chase tattered wings have made a stand, and i’ve grown tired of this race © 2017 Cameron Berry |
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