~Idiom's crow buffetA Poem by Frieda Pscribbles on a soiled napkin...literallyvoracious appetite in its assumption gestating, uninvited speaker regurgitated, whilst cauterizing a choice seared stake of animosity's craved consumption dining on unseasoned crow served best cold on sharp nebulous beds of aged idiosyncratic beliefs served with a side of prickly ground idealism, sat at the head of a bottomless stoned table choking on insatiable erstwhile conclusions, gutted screwing the noncompliant pooch living in explicit glass houses, eating humble, pragmatic pie
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8 Reviews Added on July 29, 2014 Last Updated on July 30, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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