Blind*for*days Poem by James McLain
Blind*for*days
Turky creek this hollar liquid metal
flowing in to you.
Creek bed wooden chairs hidden
all from view.
Those varmites got in your pants
huntun gun of shot.
Lumber not of jack house seen
for miles around stone made
piller brought safely make
your way.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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4/16/2024 7:28:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is baffling for me, but....it doesn't sound good! ! bri :)