[A question...]

[A question...]

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

A question: Is this parchment impressed with the conjectured pens of men following everclose on and careful?

 

A danswer: The pen. The pen in oth’hand confuses us pigs that speak so sweet, murder the meek, eat and sleep on shy sprigs.

© 2008 Hoyle Brannacht


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Hoyle Brannacht
Hoyle Brannacht

Highland, NY



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