Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Owl #552
Owl < Talons, sharpened to a T > take to writing poetry and "clause" it up into a blue forum of poets tried and true where heads do spin and rise do brows but never dull these pages now that owl is posting ∨ present prose and keeping us upon our toes in awe of tumbled prairies shared; the intimate, the "Gone" declared, "When words won't come," "A mo- ment's grace," she wrote them all and gave a taste of what it's like to be an ace. |
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Owl #552
Owl #552
