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A Poem by Dennis Willis

The toasted whole grain of death
talks to me
with a voice scalded

what is the movement
of a women
a viney wall of climb

i surrender
this guise
and its rucksack

of life's nonsense
tryin' to get
me laid

© 2019 Dennis Willis


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Dennis Willis
Dennis Willis

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