Parabellums from a thought inside Discharged to page from distraught mind A puzzle, you may want to run A muzzle pointed where you hide At depths you might be down and out of Seekers, crossing hairs, align At leapers looking down from ledges Scared to heap on more suggestions One of which might pry a … Continue reading Parabellums (A Poem)
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