poems Wolf January 22, 2014by heather anne a wolf curls his lip his fang-baring smile reveals everything at once Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Dinner time? I wonder if that’s what my food thinks when I’m cooking it.
I like that, very visual
Thanks 🙂
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