when defeat is tired to deepen a mood I shun my shoes as jar full in tow as home to whom a dogged runt I mediate at last too weak a tantrum ’til a wake stood in as a ducky swum
Daily Archives: January 9, 2013
Alf @ Loblolly
that way I am today’s with a word desert’d by the monkery due when as monk’ry seed may chew a straw no wonders lost as riverruns o’er that too jeune moor’d robin amid simpler nemophilists