Common Wolfe Spider Bite Part 2 Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit
Common Wolfe Spider Bite Part 2
the bland hits reality
the cold hand of death just passes the mix of life
all pretty colors, the mix, and the prick of thorns did not alarm
charmed
the tazer he did used twofold, brown wooden wall
gold
the simple old do remember
until september they think
they pink mist in the breeze of light to be found only by god
the ram of force choice and the lawn
lawn people, no beware, give care
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