Samuel I Moth
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No. 11A Poem by Samuel I MothSuch a little bit to be so big, Such a big deal to be so small, Obsession with perception And who is .. |
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No. 2A Poem by Samuel I MothPoems are garbage from stricken souls Some better than others or so I am told A clever phrase here, a twist.. |
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Poem 34A Poem by Samuel I MothThe rainy cloudy climes that crest in November will pass, the crawling winter ice will thaw and be gone, replaced by.. |
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Something Grandma SaidA Poem by Samuel I MothWhen I was a child, young and wild, alone with grandma in her old country cabin, snuggled tight and high in.. |
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No. 34A Poem by Samuel I Moth |
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The ScamA Poem by Samuel I Moth |
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PrideA Poem by Samuel I Moth |
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