“… we fail to …”
Tag Archives: a poem for the weary
Our prison
“… with no bars …”
Pandemic combustion
“… things will combust …”
Quarantine Quatrains
“… a segue …”
Empty shouts
“they don’t hear”
The siren song
… will be fodder…
Glory beckons
… its story…
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