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fa11ing (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

just before the fall the damn brittlebrown leaves, tin trees with veined fingers bloodless & burned down deep now dustchoked in the angles, the wailing and the whiteness mangled metal, papers pulped, dig bodies, x amount : obscene.

Caducus 19-Dec-02/8:50 AM
You have many a string to your bow, and this split the arrow,
bring The hooded man the maid

(applause from the sherriff and nottinghams peasants)




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