Four-Bears dew-claw’d dog
chew’d burdock root rd’r rte
‘a donde quieres’
no peril he points
to the sooth of siesta
a locust agrees
with a crick & back
a guitar’s complexities
grit tickles tin rooves
Poetry
Four-Bears dew-claw’d dog
chew’d burdock root rd’r rte
‘a donde quieres’
no peril he points
to the sooth of siesta
a locust agrees
with a crick & back
a guitar’s complexities
grit tickles tin rooves
The vagaries of your vagueness was split assunder in mentioning ‘tin!’ And I thought the wilderness upon me for forty days and forty nights but it was only a movie marathon of “Dirty Dancing” >KB
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They took berth aboard a Phonetic Barque,
and storm’d-toss’d an indie, without direction;
the ensemble, mostly wannabes…
all of them shouting…’rewrite’
Anyway, it’s not RKO.
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i like the sounds have going on this one.
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Hard to hear in a silent movie…
the only one there, no crush crunch
candy wrapper popcorn pepper spray…
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