Donald ChingreetAug 11, 20221 min readPoem 1Moley moley in the holeyHow small and blind you areOne day you could end up deadWith a shovel in the head
Moley moley in the holeyHow small and blind you areOne day you could end up deadWith a shovel in the head
Poem 2The bombs are coming! The bombs are coming! We are running Home to feel the warmth in the winter Warm glow before our skeletons splinter
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