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Sourcrout Poems - Poems about Sourcrout


Come In and Become
...The man who made his meddle outta' sand, came to my hand, and I kept on begging for a chant, from god- the angels, or even the damned. This locust creeped' into that big house by the ......

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Categories: sourcrout, beauty, happiness, memory, peace,
Form: Verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things