A magpie sells me some summer shade, I sit with him for some minutes and the children play. Everytime I write I create world’s. I’m as much of a failure as walt Whitman.
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Peter Yowie Poetry
Peter Yowie Poetry
A magpie sells me some summer shade, I sit with him for some minutes and the children play. Everytime I write I create world’s. I’m as much of a failure as walt Whitman.