Voyages
I feel like a tumbling kite
I don't know where to hid
I have neon colours
to paint five o clock shadow
The Pontiff has paid my full fare
Im voyaging down South
I need to afford my back
for the weary strings of yesteryear
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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