GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
9000. YOU CAME TO ME
YOU CAME TO ME
The way the tongue was
hanging out, resembling
a dog in many ways, I saw
right off I'd be impounded
soon in the jaws of defeat.
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