The Gravedigger Thinks Of
The gravedigger sits on the backhoe smoking a cigarette. It’s quiet beneath the trees that partially hide him from the […]
The gravedigger sits on the backhoe smoking a cigarette. It’s quiet beneath the trees that partially hide him from the […]
Because I stopped to shine my shoes in the street with spit on a hankie, I am fine and dandy
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