All's The Hell's Alone Poem by sean north

All's The Hell's Alone



Soon this circus
will be over

just one last horse
to comb

So send ya
barkers packing

and the 0rgan
grinders home

and mr big t0p
r0und ringmaster.

Leaves all those elephants
All's The Hell's Alone.

Monday, September 11, 2017
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