Mating CallA Poem by ElleannatashaSpring fever
My mating call
Sounds like the blues And smells like Irish whiskey I'd prefer it To smell like a campfire And sound like footsteps on damp earth © 2013 Elleannatasha |
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1 Review Added on March 30, 2013 Last Updated on March 30, 2013 AuthorElleannatashaSaint Louis, MOAboutWanderer... Musing over all the delights and absurdities by spinning them into word feasts. Drink a little. Have a slice. I like the rabbit hole. I feel very at home there. more..Writing
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