Gnomistry - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Gnomistry - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Hans from Pixabay “And we fear the gnomes are just about to strike” Sidney Lanier GnomistryThe gnomes know thingsthey rule,of course they dowith their redporcelain cheeksand pointy hatspudgy arms andbeer bellies,they're so ecognomicever gnomian,they're an agnomallyeven aggnomistin matters esoteric,gnomist in all things,maybe even antignomialin paradox,whatever they arethey're…
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