Droll Prole
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I dug up the pastA Poem by Droll ProleSo I can live in the present |
Spiders wrath of a webs grapesA Poem by Droll Prole |
Joy for Springs ReturnA Poem by Droll ProleInspired by George Orewell's writing on toads. |
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Self-ParentingA Poem by Droll Prole |
Corvax or die!!A Poem by Droll ProleAliens fly right past earth. Tis a silly place. |
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Vanishing PointA Poem by Droll Prole |
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ComaA Poem by Droll Prole |
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Boring BeautyA Poem by Droll ProleMeow |
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UnrequitedA Poem by Droll Prole |
All the loose threadsA Poem by Droll Prole |
