is all manner of foul found; just
the other day I came across
a queen being ravaged by birds
who when put to flight
encircled my head briefly,
long enough to hear one say,
we’ll be back
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Sunday, April 4, 2010
In The Weeds
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