YouA Poem by Dennis Willis
The toasted whole grain of death
talks to me with a voice scalded what is the movement of a women a viney wall of climb i surrender this guise and its rucksack of life's nonsense tryin' to get me laid
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Added on November 11, 2019 Last Updated on November 11, 2019 AuthorDennis WillisOHAboutUp for election to head of nothing at all. Running on an all inclusive platform. more..Writing
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