Not a wasted word...no; not a wasted word, of thou, though...we are well and truly purged of thee. We plug our daily plod. We shirk the skive'n weed. We pull the daily need, exhausted of our want, to faint, upon our bed...sweated; one couple...hand and moi...
Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
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