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On the off chance this Once discarded lothario Older than a mud pie In Borneo Longing like rain in a desert On the corner of sixth Avenue and emerald street Nearer the brothels than any temple long time met a cake Of soap just clinging To a sliver of one might call hope Blathering wistfully Though Redeyed lack of sleep not crying Clothes ***** as Moses In Jerusalem on the sabbath when it was Jewish And Islam wasn't a religion Before the slayings at Jericho Almost old enough to remember But has been told  about Jezebels wicked witches and fallen angels All of that **** Stood under a pine near a stop sign with faith hoping he'd see you again. Reading the bible.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
See you again
On the off chance this Once discarded lothario Older than a mud pie In Borneo Longing like rain in a desert On the corner of sixth Avenue and emerald street Nearer the brothels than any temple long time met a cake Of soap just clinging To a sliver of one might call hope Blathering wistfully Though Redeyed lack of sleep not crying Clothes ***** as Moses In Jerusalem on the sabbath when it was Jewish And Islam wasn't a religion Before the slayings at Jericho Almost old enough to remember But has been told  about Jezebels wicked witches and fallen angels All of that **** Stood under a pine near a stop sign with faith hoping he'd see you again. Reading the bible.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
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