Gingerbread

Jabberwocky

I come out of the oven of the past
smelling of cinnamon and hope.
I'll run run as fast as I can.
I'll listen not to sly reasoning.
I'll not be eaten all up.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2018 08:56
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  • dusk arising

    And tomorrow - sunshine! Good write.



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