Thursday, January 6, 2022

Winter Wear

when in doubt just twist and shout
slip a skin like a robe
slither thither up the withers:
Upgrade your mode with hooves
coil round the pain stay in a lane
until the refrain in your brain can be
uncontained safely drained of venom and bile
refined from blood to whinny

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