Aeneid One November 3, 2016 Arms I sing – on my man, The last to come near this crone. Of Newark, graduated to Arbors where a squirrel welcomed him. My man battered by meek false friends, gathered his own powers to face the universe of secrets. My man who suffered greatly in life until he … Continue reading "IWSG: Aeneid One"
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