grand clouds stuffed in the sky
on a familiar way,
one of it.
the clicking does stick,
knocking in dry air. understandiblly. holly-billy
i'd reccount. we can follow that
reasoning. tumbling behind.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
grand clouds stuffed in the sky
on a familiar way,
one of it.
the clicking does stick,
knocking in dry air. understandiblly. holly-billy
i'd reccount. we can follow that
reasoning. tumbling behind.
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