blouse pulled to the chill
distilled
a musty muslin Flag
and twill
an introspective drag
a lazing flash and brume of slag
atonic downward spirals of the ashes and the frag
au courant d' azincourt
a bodkin's brag,
a coursing stag
ricket knuckles nip a sodden lilting final fag.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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