Rob S. Friedman
March 2022
Obliquity
The impish perverse sat astride my nape As gleeful I strode down 8th Avenue. He latched on the trim of the barker’s cape And turned me into the Play Pen Revue.
Rob S. Friedman
March 2022
The impish perverse sat astride my nape As gleeful I strode down 8th Avenue. He latched on the trim of the barker’s cape And turned me into the Play Pen Revue.
Rob S. Friedman 