Cicus Fugues
Foreground, before, who would Intuitive be for?
Isaac, lost to himself , . .
He’s amid the libraries of Alexandria.
Like Wow, I’m on my way to the Carnival Mass.
Does Brahms play in Philadelphia, as Cleveland joins the
circus?
Hallelujah! Juan’s
mother drives the Tiger’s wagon.
. . , and there’s room for us.
by Emilee and Tom
By Emilee and Tom
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