war favors teapot
like a peasant, one walks male
soldier ebbs; one cloud
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
hut cries; blowing wind
molecular threads impart
wet, men kill green tea.
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for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo