Non-Erotic Poetryone rider less"Drugs are a bet with your mind."
― Jim Morrison
there's a circlin' storm
trees toss thin boughs
steel-shod nervous horse
eyes roll 'n' nostrils flare
whip-strike white lines
here comes the rain
slantwise on the barn door
jim
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