a poem about the euroa beast In the middle of the swamp sweating soldiers knock on a cottage door ”Just a minute.” Through the peephole Eurora Beast sees a line of soldiers ”What’s this about?” ”You stuck your finger in a light socket when you were drunk
cryptid in july poetry day 06, the euroa beast
cryptid in july poetry day 06, the euroa…
cryptid in july poetry day 06, the euroa beast
a poem about the euroa beast In the middle of the swamp sweating soldiers knock on a cottage door ”Just a minute.” Through the peephole Eurora Beast sees a line of soldiers ”What’s this about?” ”You stuck your finger in a light socket when you were drunk