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The generosity of others. (Free verse) by darby pyn

Sage scent floors with no room to grow stiffen my posture holds my bow at attention. dizzy from the smoke coated prayers with no knees just needs. I or nothing manicured widows in white dress and green eyes trade fingers for palms on sunday. ceremony not service. popularity from thrift with diamond watches and gold plated heart's well versed in spin but not sincerity. twist the contradiction to a noose. hang the messenger.

darby pyn 19-Oct-02/4:31 PM
not long maybe an hour. mostly check for spelling errors.
though you couldn't tell lately. it's like my guitar
playing there is no structure it's not style it's
more a spontaneous cumbustion and I would rather explode
than be a conductor and suppress the moment. I have
never been diagnosed but I must have add.




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