A Poem A Day For A Year - 03/02/15
few days. Hard to concentrate with the pain. Hard to see, walk, eat, sleep.
Here is a poem.
The Queen is eaten over and over,
chewed up but
never spat out.
The carpet is
worried away to floorboards.
few days. Hard to concentrate with the pain. Hard to see, walk, eat, sleep.
Here is a poem.
The Queen is eaten over and over,
chewed up but
never spat out.
The carpet is
worried away to floorboards.
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