Her ten minutes sneak
through the hole of an
iron needle in the hand
of a cobbler, who sits like
a spider at a nook of the city. very meaningful poems you write with images and hidden meanings. love your poems dear poet. tony
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Her ten minutes sneak through the hole of an iron needle in the hand of a cobbler, who sits like a spider at a nook of the city. very meaningful poems you write with images and hidden meanings. love your poems dear poet. tony