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Peregrinates Poems - Poems about Peregrinates


My Car My Bucolic
...MY CAR MY BUCOLIC. The speed of my automobile exclusively, Depends on the wheelman which earth born, Crave where the passengers await it's destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. ......

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Categories: peregrinates, future,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)

Book: Reflection on the Important Things