Houdini by Joe Fullerton

Joe, where are you? 

1 comment:

  1. What power art thou
    who hath made me rise from beds of everlasting snow?
    Know ye not that I am wondrous old
    and far unfit to bear the bitter cold?
    I can scarcely move or draw my breath
    Let me, let me freeze again to death.


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