By my childhood home crumpled grey, I watched him rise from ashen fields with a somnolent smile seemingly speaking. “For all evil’s bidding lined up against my weary limbs I am still free, that evil’s rain not now nor ever shall reign on me."
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
tusstled but not worn
By my childhood home crumpled grey, I watched him rise from ashen fields with a somnolent smile seemingly speaking. “For all evil’s bidding lined up against my weary limbs I am still free, that evil’s rain not now nor ever shall reign on me."
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