An online literary journal:
mixing it up without a recipe
Jan 16, 2011
Sickle, T. Rowe
Sickle By Theodore Rowe
Hang just a little further Reach Let it drip Fall just an inch Look dangerous And taste so cold Shrink in the sun Then don't come back for months Ice sickle s.o.b.
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