The Gigantic Stems Of The Fog And The Walks And The Prowls And Sings Poem by Ryan Pierson
The Gigantic Stems Of The Fog And The Walks And The Prowls And Sings
I saw while I walked across a grove of the trees of the rhododendron, vigorous giant of the fog of to I did a step, its beard jumped in that wild wind eastern, and carried with him a dense bank of fog.
His sword dangled from his life often, and his attitude ecstatic said that was a friendly giant, he played for those a cheerful tune on his tube of the horn.
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