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Whistle My Way
Seldom have I bit the apple
verses from the gullet in rain
dark's full mullet of shadows
tickling my sideburns
of gothic blue flannel
beneath the tree of life
waiting for the Wabash Cannonball
to whistle my way
verses from the gullet in rain
dark's full mullet of shadows
tickling my sideburns
of gothic blue flannel
beneath the tree of life
waiting for the Wabash Cannonball
to whistle my way
Published 5th Sep 2021
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