Need a new heart
And an oil can for the joints.
Been in one place for years.
Tears have rusted me solid.
Where is my Dorothy?
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Need a new heart
And an oil can for the joints.
Been in one place for years.
Tears have rusted me solid.
Where is my Dorothy?
Delightfully creative. : )
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Beautiful poem.
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