“… is stored up for us …”
Tag Archives: a poem for the weary
The balance beam
“… choose to be …”
The weary tome
” … it stays hidden …”
Edify or die
“… we fail to …”
Our prison
“… with no bars …”
Pandemic combustion
“… things will combust …”
Quarantine Quatrains
“… a segue …”
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