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The Wooden Beast

A wooden beast does not bleed Yet the flesh attached streams. If the sun disappeared The beast would surely float On the blue green waves rushing Towards you and me, frothing Picking up seashells, tossing Into the air, and way out To where edge of grey sky Cloaks the world forever

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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