a moment
amos on the brow of the ridge
sheltered among rocky outcroppings
lights his pipe recites lines of shakespeare
quiet but for the words the breeze
still but for drifting smoke passing clouds raven
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2021-03-14 at 18:42
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by one trick pony Latest textsbirds of a different featheraside to marketa on hwy 1 summit ten of three |
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