Strowed Poems - Poems about Strowed

...Mama got tired of his hats; He strowed them all over the house, Her temper was short, this woman, Never as quiet as a mouse. If it's been done before, I can do it, So she went to the lumber st......

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...A choice presents itself: to wind the strings of memory around my longing state, or find the breathless candle at the end of a long corridor of time that still keeps faith with light, that will invi......

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