Ode to a Comforter
Spirits of martyred geese,
beautiful honking
shitting machines,
haunt my dreams
on long cold nights
envelop me in warmth.
©2017 Kenneth W. Arthur
Ode to a Comforter
Spirits of martyred geese,
beautiful honking
shitting machines,
haunt my dreams
on long cold nights
envelop me in warmth.
©2017 Kenneth W. Arthur
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