alfie lee writing

 

a song yet

not, yet in this pencil powder blue
dawn upon or rising soon
matter olfactory time to one wind
ton a swallows in sun's serpentine
this in fact in strew menu
axes raise to him prompt you
we knead to do dough twin deter mind
this poem the poignant be twine strayed line
slow when the thyme rose and married
so cook in sow wall low to get rich
ascertain ask the then thous in lieu
in genuine elephantine didgeridoo
idle mine exultation cast of is cue
you fuckers won't give me props but that's cool



                                                               

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