White bicker stick, lineA Poem by The Sober lie Work in progress. Grip bear knuckle, raw
Whip fear buckle, claw seize savage blow, wait freeze ravage show, fate © 2010 The Sober lie |
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Added on December 8, 2010 Last Updated on December 8, 2010 Author
The Sober lieNoosa (transient heaven), A true God believer, not religeous, not pretentious, evolution is the reason and will of God (look it up!), AustraliaAboutHave thee come to pity? frail mouth, dry of wine. Thou, in sober muse, wretched fits writes of thine. Not of age that sleep calls, nor the bells of sleuth, nae anger waits for thee home while t.. more..Writing
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