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Poems From The Ashes Wet
Wakey.... wakey,
Sweet kitten.
I'm home, once more.
While Lost dreams lay....
Crushed, upon the floor.
For
daddy drank with Vikings ,
last night!
He ate all the leaves, from.....
Læraðr.
And now, he'd like ...
To claim
His Prize...I hope
Perhaps It's still moist.
Giajl © Jim Love
