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Goat
Red eyes swivel
his grey beard gleams
horns of black lustre glisten in the breeze,
the frost of his breath, milky white
rolls over a tongue blacker than night.
his grey beard gleams
horns of black lustre glisten in the breeze,
the frost of his breath, milky white
rolls over a tongue blacker than night.
Published 12th Sep 2022
Author's Note
I wrote this for a mate blacksmith, he does amazing goat ended pokers and such.
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