THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
July 13, 2020
THIS POET WROTE:
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July 13th, 2020 at 6:33 am
Wow, this is beautiful and amazing. ❤️
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July 13th, 2020 at 2:41 pm
Thank you Lucy! 🙂
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July 25th, 2020 at 11:02 pm
thank you
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