Tag: Crusaders
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Rhyme Cellar, v. 12 : “Street Life” (1979)
Verse the twelfth flight … musing concrete crusades in the symphonic key of future firmament, all in street sonnet stride … and so, from gutter struck gotham into the echelon of angels, we ride … let’s cellar said protostellar rhyme — raise a glass, and enjoi …