amusings of a wood bee righter
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Hadstones
Underneath this place
Gelatinous bubbles pop
Ghastly things stomp
Upon my face
My arms long to reach and curl
Around experience
And milestones
Wizened and weakened times hast stopped
Pay your respects to the dead
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