beautiful woes Posted on August 16, 2020 by davidguerrieriwrites At the end of the night when the poet laid down he didn’t fear death, knowing what beautiful woes the morning had coming round. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Words Of An Average White Male 