March 25, 2013 by William Leed
are born of those things
we least concede of ourselves.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged born, concede, least, ourselves, poem, poetry, prejudices, soft, talking leaves, william leed | 1 Comment
and sometimes these prejudices grows with time.
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