On Third Ave
they keep warm
by chasing dragons
winged from foil nests—
a flaming sword, and on and on.
.
Gavin W Sisk
.
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On Third Ave
they keep warm
by chasing dragons
winged from foil nests—
a flaming sword, and on and on.
.
Gavin W Sisk
.
.
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