CHANTiCLEER
One More Haiku about Small Heat (maybe the last?)
By jAKE RiCHARDSONPublished 3 months ago • Updated 4 days ago • 1 min read
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BiRDS OF THE WiRE?
iN SPiTE OF WARMER WEATHER?
BONES ON THE FiRE?
About the Creator
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