About all gaps
A soul
Does play
Fell
Though cracks
An old- a-way
Gasping, grasping
For the straw
That stuffs
A man
To guard
The draw
Younger licks
A bluish name
Illuminate
With newish flame
When air gets in
The missing joints
Martyrdom
An heir
Appoints
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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