...this battleground of trees, whose majesty of limbs are twigs of poetry...the first word found...
Friday, May 13, 2016
The Small Voice Within
You hear, now boy? Don't get you, no where near, politics...they are crazy, corrupted and damned. Their wings are twisted, they'll claw and beak you...anyway they can. If you keep them, just set water out...throw scratch...stand back, they'll shit on everything...if they ever lay an egg,...it's broke,you'll find, and your nest...that they did it in...
Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
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