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A dancer was arrested one night For stringing leopard skins across The windowsills of houses whose Inhabitants were all court officials The bones however were left for the judge, that next morning displayed in the shape of his wife, leaning over the kitchen sink cleaning dishes for the breakfast he never again would let her prepare, the meat was left for the jury to taste and decide if it was all worth it. © Matthew Goff
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
A dancer...
A dancer was arrested one night For stringing leopard skins across The windowsills of houses whose Inhabitants were all court officials The bones however were left for the judge, that next morning displayed in the shape of his wife, leaning over the kitchen sink cleaning dishes for the breakfast he never again would let her prepare, the meat was left for the jury to taste and decide if it was all worth it. © Matthew Goff
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
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