July 31, 2015July 31, 2015 Poet Rummager A Garden Dark In a garden, dark He grasped and swung a rock, hard Felled brother Abel Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Thanks and…..are you being facetious? lol. I absolutely adore your writing, and you know I can get pretty macabre. So funny! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Wonderful. Really hope my poems are not too dark for you!
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Thanks and…..are you being facetious? lol. I absolutely adore your writing, and you know I can get pretty macabre. So funny!
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Just teasing. Love your stuff too. 🎭
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