Monday, November 14, 2016

Fare Whether

Feathers of a bird, stay with the herd Tarred and feathered, we stick together Lions and tigers and swears, oh my Our flight paths criss and cross in the sky The bulls, the lambs the great I am The poets, the jocks, the river swam United divided, prodded and poked 2017, choked or stoked


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