Aiming

Had a gift slept till noon swapped the whoop

Pan is full of rocks and sand and water what

Else could there be sinking softly cringe quietly

Moody wood tender stump chopped down tree

Calmly I strike you singing out of tune aiming

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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