Grande MortA Poem by NevilleIt feels like I'm on a roll, a ham on rye kinda roll .. or maybe not 🤍Grande Mort No matter where you may
live or hide .. Whether
beneath a bridge, or
in some high
street shop doorway somewhere ..
Either in a cave, or castle .. Just
be sure, that
she shall one day find the
spores you
leave behind and devour you .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on September 16, 2024 Last Updated on November 15, 2024 |

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