Single Mom Laughing
words, funny kid shit, and more words.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
a sentence
The almond-eyed nymph
plucked the wailing child,
from the criss-crossed clover and poppies,
when the sun was tinged with bruises,
simply because she had nothing better to do.
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