Souls pass by, passy by on a whim
thoughtless of deed, benign of a time
that flickers in the fate dimmed
words of repose; the words of this rhyme.
You are on a stool with a Catholic guy looking at the world through ethnic eyes.
You are on a stool with a Catholic guy looking at the world through ethnic eyes.
1 comment:
So who is going to begin the discussion of Poe?
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