tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572336588713855827.post6319484282757114915..comments2023-05-13T07:20:38.835-05:00Comments on . The Poet's Beat .: The Desert's AllureOl Stank Leghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11453314774631488512noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572336588713855827.post-58267689388797200552010-04-19T07:54:15.694-05:002010-04-19T07:54:15.694-05:00This is the very world I was looking forThis is the very world I was looking forOl Stank Leghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11453314774631488512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572336588713855827.post-7571462931635695092010-04-18T18:32:34.726-05:002010-04-18T18:32:34.726-05:00In the world where cries hang on the cliffs edge l...In the world where cries hang on the cliffs edge like honey on a nipple tipped cold and hard, licked soft and softer than the honey, where foals frail and goats gurgle blood's clothed wolf, steeped in sheep and hungry for nothing but a goose's golden toot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com