POEM: The Time of Caves Posted on October 2, 2019 by B Gourley You knew me in the time of caves. When gods and spirits nightly raved and ghosts sat seaside watching waves, as men and oxen were enslaved in stories they could not fathom. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
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