Cold (Witt Wittmann Poems)
A cold February wind crawls up my leg and rattles my knees A preacher fumbles over the verses that I ...
A cold February wind crawls up my leg and rattles my knees A preacher fumbles over the verses that I ...
I bought a new broom today and swept the cobwebs down, A thick accumulation of dregs, a mass of tangles ...
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