Heed the call.
Whisper of tales
Valiant boars
And
Wizard toads
Walking along a
dead end road.
Following the smell
Of
Baked bread.
A chattering squirrel holds the key.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
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Heed the call.
Whisper of tales
Valiant boars
And
Wizard toads
Walking along a
dead end road.
Following the smell
Of
Baked bread.
A chattering squirrel holds the key.
