A Trip To The Wild Side! – A Trimeric(ish) Poem
Originally posted on The world according to RedCat:
The Sunday Muse – Welcome my lady!I’ll be your chauffeur to the other side.Where you’ll meet your parts called dark and shady.The ones you hide…
Originally posted on The world according to RedCat:
The Sunday Muse – Welcome my lady!I’ll be your chauffeur to the other side.Where you’ll meet your parts called dark and shady.The ones you hide…
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