piper and poet
Original poems by C. Harlan Goodrich
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
gold
all that glitters is not
boldly go where no man
dares to call me a liar
will you
gold chipped tooth
sparkles on the fourth of
bourbon
and rye with Swiss
bank accounts
but who needs it
all that glitters
is not
1992
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