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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

My Cute Little Destroying Angel

Here's the second poem of the day, a Pensee poem. You'll find the form here at Steph's site. Here we go with mine:

Desting angel
You used to whack them with trucks
Now you giggle and throw pillows
How will you be, grown up?
© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

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