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All Kinds Of Weather
Where the wildings congregate
beneath the frost at my door
with seedlings of pale
for a twilight's slumber
squeezing the charm
of my poetic allure
from loam to Hell
dripping my nomenclature
from my chinny chin chin
down my pen's benefactor
in all kinds of weather
of eternal pain
beneath the frost at my door
with seedlings of pale
for a twilight's slumber
squeezing the charm
of my poetic allure
from loam to Hell
dripping my nomenclature
from my chinny chin chin
down my pen's benefactor
in all kinds of weather
of eternal pain
Published 17th Aug 2022
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