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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.

==Doylum 21-Oct-02/9:29 AM
I don't belive you. I knew you were a terrible racist, trying to cover it up won't help. It surfaces in the end, and in the most unexpected of places. You are a rascal




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