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the secret life of eyebrows (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

sometimes my arrogance astounds me frightens me frowns me there is no basis none at all there is no end to lost opportunity is it that look that I give like you're crazy like you're coming on like Heracles I tried to tame them but was entangled strangled neck crook angle cracked asphalt angel decked out summer phaedrus helio-fabulous manicure toppled gritting on toes and smokers grappled but I've lost all addictions save for this razor think this'll phase her?

Bachus 4-Jun-03/4:02 PM
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