small poems & small plates
April again: small winds rock the bell beaten weathers, sleepy deckhands haul in the rope, and fathoms venture out of the view of a circling set of wings. The knave has arrived, here ye!
April again: small winds rock the bell beaten weathers, sleepy deckhands haul in the rope, and fathoms venture out of the view of a circling set of wings. The knave has arrived, here ye!
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