Poetry
Whaling
The whale I lost in a book of water I look for with a pair of binoculars. I trawl for whale; I leave it verses.
L.S. Klatt
April 29, 2017
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The whale I lost in a book of water I look for with a pair of binoculars. I trawl for whale; I leave it verses.
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