Sal Guad wakes up angry
writes the poetry of swords
dreams, weary and exhausted
and steps back to the fight.
Because Free Range Just Tastes Better
Because Free Range Just Tastes Better
Sal Guad wakes up angry
writes the poetry of swords
dreams, weary and exhausted
and steps back to the fight.
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Leave a CommentI’ll be your personal poet You be my reader and voice No one else ever need know it We’ll offer no other the choice I’ll be your personal poet I’ll…
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