245 August 16, 2021August 12, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings ~ 2 Comments She would ride Her surfboard On the monster waves She would frequently Tiptoe On top of the razorblade Worked as a bartender Up and down the coast One night She tied me To the bedposts Had her way Then was gone Like a ghost
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