Every minute

Sometimes moons eclipse , I used to imagine , Indian braves tall a fierce on a paint pony with a white blaze face, Above the bluffs going to La Crosse,Wisconsin, Figment of my imagination I had a friend an Arab in France Police and. photographer named Mohamid, A man.wiyj.honor, Like a Bedouin , New phone,Continue reading “Every minute”

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