The King of Golden Gulls
Why am I in morning in
here the slanted season,
and now you've befriended me
like the King Of Golden Gulls,
and now my blinking has retired,
leaving me in broad seismic senses,
stretching my gods to cover what I like.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2012
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