Poems -
Toxins
2024-03-26
2024-03-26
Or sitting astride it
The toxins galloped
In wobbled circles on
My tongue but
As always I awoke
Disturbingly clearheaded
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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