Dirt
DIRT
It's only dirt that I throw in this holeUnder this dirt now your forever gaolWhat kind of freedom do you call thisJust more time, in which to reminisce
Indiana Shaw . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2023
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