Poems from Lipinski

good to hear a whisper calling from a pine wind brushing tips spreading cones they talk you know sharing sap like wine.
i can;t be with you i can't talk with you i can't walk with , hold hands with you, hug you... i can remember though, i can remember for the...
Sure Whatever. So many deny God is or even exists. ~ Some are so wound up in their religion they feel they are sinning if they have to take...
Aye! Why not, this night is new, the owls screw i might as well get zonked!
like  the sound saying, nibblets sorta like ribbit and definitely not like slurp though, getting back to the neck and laughing at Max

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