Whispers In A Dreary Place Comments
Damp drilling spiders
correcting Grammar
and fulfilling their mission.
We are breeze skinned now
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Jesus. Sweet merciful Jesus, what sharply stoned road am I walking upon? a truth there, poet, that God knows well!
The whispers are dreary indeed. Damp drilling spiders, falling trees, stale lemonade, sharply stoned road all creating the surroundings. Nice poem.
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7/27/2025 3:27:51 PM # 1.0.0
Sounds of the heart... Good