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Gourdes Poems - Poems about Gourdes


Premium Member Gourdes Grow Out of My Ears
...My pumpkin beer bubbles As the orange streets sit wet. Gourdes grow out my ears As small vampires roam the night. Doorstep nodding, I drink more beer.......

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Categories: gourdes, holiday, seasons,
Form: Tanka

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry