A short poem about follicles - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2020-02-12 07:31 am
However you write your novel,
Heroes with their giants toppled, 
Macabre, of work with shovels,
Endeavors for Turk or Zionism.
Write of your heart problems,
Can they be solved, by starch and auburn?
Your not in danger,
Neither is your offspring.

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