Was Forced to work in poetry
but now – it felt a little free.
Though stilted in its filler-verse
a cub-idea begins to nurse.
And from my cranial loins may come
a sister-cub to join the son.
but now – it felt a little free.
Though stilted in its filler-verse
a cub-idea begins to nurse.
And from my cranial loins may come
a sister-cub to join the son.
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