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The Less Than Rich, Or Famous

Taking a bit in his season to spin about their coast this coast Around her globe the same old song as dance, headlines; wrenching Stomachs wretched poisons turning your ever present of prevailings truths Kept be a bitter bottle her babylon; forever and a day it seems this purity oils lamp Subjugated unto darkened spools his spawned weaving children; fallon's prince their air.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/8/2013 9:15:00 PM
John, brilliant write... thanks for stopping and taking your time and charming my poem. That was nice of you. I enjoyed the comment. Thank you for the smiles. SKAT LOVE
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