When a story has bought its end

Lo Joseph his old manning didn’t droop
a Coleridge’s saddening though one has balls
and the other only stories–those stories
I told my sister in the middle of the manning
of her nineties I told her father I’d
make barely of her husband’s: what is the story

I made parallel by my stretching and never by the book

she drew every desperate tale to my tail just a-twitching

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~ by Jeremy on October 13, 2012.

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