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.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Interesting verse. I liked the sound of your words. #henhouselady
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Nice. Thanks and much appreciated for sharing
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