Poems -
Epitaph
2018-05-09
2018-05-09
it dissolves fats I
jogged away
today, along with threes of
promiscuous melodies I
joyfully flailed within - for
this beer gives
me a chance to
relearn them
tomorrow
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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