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Feb 2020
Mothers Udder
& Fathers Axe
She broached the Forest
sporting a Red Velvet Cap

there to greet the Wolves
there to croon with the pack
Lunar Wane & Lunar Wax
left to litter
is her Velvet Red Cap

she flinched over one shoulder
but furnish a reason
that she'd ever return ?
why become a tracker
of your very own tracks ?
why leave a life of abuse
only to scuttle right back ?
Gone to Inhabit the Forest
one Little Red Cap
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
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