Fuck all them.
Get on your white horse.
Skies are water here.
Tarry on sacred blooms.
Fuck all them.
Get on your white horse.
Skies are water here.
Tarry on sacred blooms.
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#1 by Evelyn on March 23, 2011 - 11:26 am
yes sir.
and again, I am tickled by all this posting and writing.
you are flowing so nicely…
#2 by Carl on March 23, 2011 - 9:00 pm
I did not mean to be rude. It just came out that way.
#3 by Evelyn on March 24, 2011 - 12:44 pm
It doesnt strike me as rude.
its bold.
its one of my recent favorites, but I like a short poem.