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Cold harbour
Landing in a place
We were not welcome
Empty feild
Horizion broken over
The mountains brow
No home to speak of
All luck and we
Had none
Through the pass
Got out just before the snow
Drifted down
Homeless and helpless
Hopeless
Pleasure Treasure
You Poems prove a medley of little crystals that I am glad and fond to read today.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes