Tim Lion
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toothless truthA Poem by Tim Liona glob of words. specks of speculation revolving around the oaken head like Jupiter's rings. if you glean anything solid from this verbal bellyflop, t.. |
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last anthemA Poem by Tim Lion |
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slo-mo splash downA Poem by Tim Lion |
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Money's The Root, I am the BlossomA Poem by Tim Lion |
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3 drunks in a tentA Poem by Tim Lion |
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Bourré the Hard WayA Poem by Tim Lion |
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