POEM: Buzz – Buzz Posted on July 10, 2020 by B Gourley If the buzzing of flies at the moment one dies drowns out the wailing cries, one has lived many lies, twisted the lows and highs, mistaken what’s a prize, or, maybe, died too wise. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
Interesting verse. I liked the sound of your words. #henhouselady
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Thanks
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Nice. Thanks and much appreciated for sharing
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