the cloud writes in king
some instruct king by shovel
sly, some ants strike shit.
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
smoky like an ape,
ineffable crowds mimic
sad like a rooster
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for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo