Clean Burnt Pocorn On Stainless Steel

The paper glued to

Worms


They writhe in pain in the sun
Seeking a corner on miles of concrete
And who cares ...

Like hundreds of squirrels,
In rabbits, pigs or frogs.
killed on roads

So I give him a refuge
In a small tuft of grass
is my heart which is the strongest.

Eric, June 009, ty, be.

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