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There once was a poem Of which was spoken Then taken away Never to be heard of again Jowl pressed against Oven rack Eyes placid as a holy cow Breathing whispered line Giving Taking life Incantatory orbs sworn Coursing forming transfixing The torpid Into tor One last time One more Poem Hers And hers alone Conjured up rungs of rack Her impromptu ledger Bowed By the weight the weight Of galloping mouthed axes Running full speed past The rush the crush Into the margins A clever trick! Gone from us Handful of whitened knuckles Inside usurped fist ****** ******* no more Open to the magnificence She had had All there ever was to be For a time
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
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There once was a poem Of which was spoken Then taken away Never to be heard of again Jowl pressed against Oven rack Eyes placid as a holy cow Breathing whispered line Giving Taking life Incantatory orbs sworn Coursing forming transfixing The torpid Into tor One last time One more Poem Hers And hers alone Conjured up rungs of rack Her impromptu ledger Bowed By the weight the weight Of galloping mouthed axes Running full speed past The rush the crush Into the margins A clever trick! Gone from us Handful of whitened knuckles Inside usurped fist ****** ******* no more Open to the magnificence She had had All there ever was to be For a time
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
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