Park Place Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Park Place



scribble on a white pillar of caskets, 'small baskets for this little one'.sun, get you some, get even with little steven for grievings done.hes dead and his mother wed another.what shall i do? shrew.

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chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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fernanadina a.k.a ghost town
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