My Mouth Foots a Bare Past
My Mouth Foots a Bare Past
my dear
let hear
our boat
it float
dead seas
bare trees
unbowed
stern plowed
to wits
our fits
I blow
some crow
mouth's foot
lips soot
mouth's loose
same goose
one sails
need trails
two fails
need snails
three scales
need veils
four sales
she bails
my dear
lil bear
your hide
I cried
berry
bury
connie pachecho
3/3/2018
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