now the grass is mowed
with stripes. perfumed air
pervades the lanes, the corridors.
tell me tales of oswald.
crow bird proposed,
the ring returned..
perhaps his presence
was required?
one wonders if they asked
before they hung him
on the tree,
oswald's tree.
perfumed air
pervaids the lanes.
shropshire, such a pretty place.
sbm.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
now the grass is mowed
with stripes. perfumed air
pervades the lanes, the corridors.
tell me tales of oswald.
crow bird proposed,
the ring returned..
perhaps his presence
was required?
one wonders if they asked
before they hung him
on the tree,
oswald's tree.
perfumed air
pervaids the lanes.
shropshire, such a pretty place.
sbm.
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