In Line, Worth Nothing (2020)

Something a bit different.

Thought I’d post some poems I write. Yeah I am one of those fluff-heads. You know the see captain type:

Twas a prairy on the open meadow where I once’d upon her locks of curly red hair. Ey, the breeze was brisk and tongues were twisted.

Okay, I am just being a dickhead, enjoy!

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