Tuesday, July 16, 2019
The Old Birch Comments
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Blue seeping through veins,
Of not flesh, of not mobile
Of earth, of yearning of soil.
Of green hairs, that sow every fall.
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7/30/2025 3:18:36 AM # 1.0.0
NICE ONE THIS OLD MEN ALSO LOVE TO KISS ANY MISS AND DO IT IF.... Hoping to, the blue balloon Having endured more winters Basked more summers than I ''Old men still yearning to fly....AND WHY NOT? ? ? ? MEN LOVE YOU WILL KNOW WHEN UR OLD O KID POET FLY HIGH POETRY IN YOUR VEINS DOES FLOW GO GO AND YOU KNOW GO
Thanks sir, old men are birches, in this context, y reviews mean alot