Sep 20
In the Midwest it’s supper.
And then it’s dinner.
In Montenegro, they have fjords.
I don’t recall wherever it is.
I find myself asking things that don’t matter.
And making poems out of them.
And then it’s dinner.
In Montenegro, they have fjords.
I don’t recall wherever it is.
I find myself asking things that don’t matter.
And making poems out of them.
NOTE – get out and NOTE this year
(Androgynous/The final frontier)
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