P. L. Hunter Poems

Remember when walking was a grown-up pace
When it was fun to run with the wind in our face
When sun and moon stood still for us to play
When a golden treasure was a sun-drenched day
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We are confused heartsore bloodied and raw
We reel like drunkards who cannot drink any more
But you Domoina hissed and spat gorged yourself full
You reared and charged like a big angry bull
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