![]() [A question...]A Poem by Hoyle BrannachtA question: Is this parchment impressed with the conjectured pens of men following everclose on and careful?
A danswer: The pen. The pen in oth’hand confuses us pigs that speak so sweet, murder the meek, eat and sleep on shy sprigs. © 2008 Hoyle Brannacht |
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