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archive: in perpetual schottische

in perpetual schottishe Tune your pipes and honk ’em up lad and sup on the whiskey we gi’ you for tartan is flying and summer is glad and the blood’s in the tune alleluia O hear the soft swirls of … Continue reading

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How can I write a poem for you?

Paper is too pale for our sunsets too silent for the morning stomp of smiling grandchildren too cool for warm grass, or the sunny beach of sand castles too clean for pesky spider shit or bottles on the lawn or … Continue reading

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