hern little learn
.
HER PERPETUAL GRAY
BRAIDED
each tress
KNOWS A DAY
'BOUT HERN FINGER
REMEMBER
"uncle edvard"
pled hern curious
twisting her pixy dome
her eyne
align mine
"where's the begining
and end
of this poem"
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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