February 25, 2013 by William Leed
our polemic means
to file finger holes
into old iron fortresses.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged file, finger, fortresses, holes, honesty, iron, poem, poetry, polemic, talking leaves, william leed | 3 Comments
polemic means indeed :)
how u doing William ?
Hi, haven’t talked to you for awhile. Nice to hear from you. Enjoyed your response, I am doing quite well. I hope you are doing the same. Always enjoy hearing from you.
I’m absolutely fine :)
I enjoy reading you… always
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