Poems from Wassuhp

THE TIMES The times we used to know, Are gone. And we watch as the flow, Of the river goes on. The seasons change, And things grow strange...
The ability of man to be thoroughly “grown up” [out of mind out of state], Does it not scare you? [do you not fear it?], For what is there...
Here we go Insert a multipluous Multitude of swear words My virgin ears though Can’t keep the word flow I’m drawing out my bow Squinty eyes...
From the quiet dawn of the morning To the tranquil dusk in the evening The Love is shone From the wooded trees of the forest To the swampy...
It’s to have lived a life worth sharing A treasure that will never be known by another soul It’s a special reservation An invitation It’s...

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