Best Hell In A Hand Basket Poems

He found me in a dream serene,
then I found her in a stupor.
LATE! I realized for the first scene,
ineffective tense tired tutor.

Wampanoag's dismay on fierce face,
on her’s pale, nothing but despair.
Knew I was doomed in any case,
me; I wish I could disappear…

My wardrobe gray, black...

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