Once I had a ring
Once I had a ring but lost it
And nothing I wear is the same.
I think it's changed sizes on me.
And nothing I wear is the same.
I think it's changed sizes on me.
posted by Brian Oxley | 2:46 PM
Three Eights
Poetry in three-eights time.
- Ensnared or freed?
- Afterwards
- On writing a French poem
- The portrait
- Sunday
- The letter U
- Feeling loss
- Eight-up
- Southern food
- Architecture
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