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Jun 2014
while you were hawking your unawares
i was peddling snow to Eskimos.
they where ' into-it '.
i was intimate with the monkey's paw.
and you

you
lit glory through a hole
in your argument.
you cut it to ribbons
for your hair.
and danced with everyone
by your
Self.

by your self.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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     Joel M Frye and Third Eye Candy
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