Bly Poem by Timothy Long

Bly



blah its a fly, atleast to me i slayed the beast, a feast there is to a bliss, leso, bleso is my heart, for wrong conversation is my ration, for in deventro send a through, i want to block the rock

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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