All my words escaped
Through this hole they chewed in me-
My pen gathers dust
Soon the frost will come again
And cool the burning within
© B.Y. Penman 2007 - All rights reserved.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Soon The Frost - Word Offering
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