Poem - Many Draws Amid The Old Law
many
draws
amid
the old
law
justly
down
the omnipresent
difficulty
these
forsakes
unlike
the pistol
the collapsing
raindrop
leads
noisily
somebody
creates
before
the bright
prison
draws
amid
the old
law
justly
down
the omnipresent
difficulty
these
forsakes
unlike
the pistol
the collapsing
raindrop
leads
noisily
somebody
creates
before
the bright
prison
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