Tuesday, April 18, 2017

ARISTOPHANIC COLLITERATION

Tell me a tale of droll tricks.
Sing me a song of choices.
Wind up my watch the witch way.
Feel down my fringe: the fringe feels.
Know that these nights are missed, so
let me say “love” once you leave.
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