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Free verse № 111997

Pinecone Razor

Member since 2004 · Posted 9 Sep 2004 · Edited 9 Sep 2004 · 0 comments

Let us run to the ocean waves much like a clarinet might If so inclined to do something similarly When the clockwork stops on the edge of the flock Storks will re-cork what has once been opened (uncorked) Unforked: Devil, my delicious ganoush. Let's sing about the silly things that once Came for free but now Cost and are oftentimes taxed By the current lord or governing body.

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