Tag: MH
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THE SENSE OF A FISH – A poem by Tainted Trailer
Yet still, in this ball, I hurtle through space, In a race with ideas that are thumping to flow, Opposite ways wherever I go, So it’s fingers to all and their minions in tow.
TAINTED TRAILER'S POETRY THUNDERDOME
Reality tried to evade me, and for a while I let it go
TAINTED TRAILER'S POETRY THUNDERDOME 