Otto free lancer
a ten foot pole the ninth pace
the fair chance a glance
the random minions
within a fog’s blank embrace
a crude opinion
the signal per se
a diminuitive grace
the seconds convey
Poetry
Otto free lancer
a ten foot pole the ninth pace
the fair chance a glance
the random minions
within a fog’s blank embrace
a crude opinion
the signal per se
a diminuitive grace
the seconds convey