12-06-2017, 02:32 PM
construe urself a muse with a glob of god and stich her to your side/ god all thru you then and its all a smug mutual love-fest then
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
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demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
mehopkins1971.wordpress.com