I Thee Take Thy Smoke In Hand. Poem by Michael Gale
I Thee Take Thy Smoke In Hand.
I thee take thy smoke in hand...
Taste buds blossom blumes fumigated by blandness for all this madness.
Hence forth with my aching pains...
Gives me none no new world gains.
Happenchance gasp's that choke my pipe's airid winds...
Again'st Gods laws of healthy body's house that goes on to detour all us mouse's law breaking sins.
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
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4/26/2024 1:42:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what's mouse's law? ok keep em up Michael, you know i like your style.