seeing/saying
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Lost me
Lost me
At three kinds
Of knowledge
Wisks of fog
Curling
In perfect formation
The colon is
Too heavy used
To run on
Unsteady ground
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
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