callow
By PHATwriter
callow wither shadow me stalking poems truffled trees evil kittens lovers lost moose and bug hearts and hugs starving poems of sadness wasted words of withered callow heed this warning all espcially me i know my fualts and feathered ways haunting souls and weathered days theres more to life than being grim death and love, love and sin hearts and hats, forkes and knifes callowing these brainwashed lifes look around us here and there all we have stop and stare peek and glare, seek and flare blessed here i know my way heir the cool break of day so rejioce my freinds my truffled trees with moose about fleas on there backs kitty cats and lovers lust brandeshing a brainwashed trust stop and think about how great life is........ Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 03:08 PM PST 0 • 10
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"callow wither shadow me..."