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reverence in poetry.                             everything to every person. reader claims they can                         a necessary skill for uncover the reverence.                         successful hypothecating and in the scripts that                       (buying)poetry-creation outta nothing, life straight hands me,                          tell them what thy want to hear, for collection & correction,           and they’ll call you laureate,                       secretarial transcribing,                        instead of good listener binding, typo correction                       or just a keen observer-fakir mundane are the tasks,                          just take what they give ya, that’s all them muses ask,                     dress it like Joseph in a don’t interfere, taken what’s given,     coat of many colors, bow, curtsy, show respect,                     don’t let on your plagiarism treat its aspects/instincts correctly       is all them, redressed legally you’re just the pass through agent,   true you, gotta be smart about it, patient for no payment expected,    variant spellings, swinging verbs, be our adherent, not our truant,      be discreet, they’ll call your script we appoint don’t disappoint,          a real keeper and give love or sun, accept our patent, render legit        mucho poem emojis accoladeya as for this reverence thinge        devil in a blue dress, walk the streets if I do my job ok, on any day,     grabbing snatches of overhearings, any poem could save a life,        pressed into a single tunic, you think, if I get the commas placed,         he a genius, knows my thinking, just right, the periods period,     exactly,  what a great poet and while obeying the speed limit    con/hu-man par excellent them muses so **** pleased     even fool muses, too full themselves, by this true confession released, muses who think we stink and and self deprecation,                     couldn’t do it without them they call me reverend,                   great pretenders by stealing imagine them silly folk,                everything in everybody and calling a big fat liar.                       all thieves and cape riders, reverend, duh, the end                 original liars, pants on fire before midnight and after 3:20am April 7~8, two oh nineteen any message you send becomes my intellectual property, fool....
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
reverence in poetry. (2) everything in every person.
reverence in poetry.                             everything to every person. reader claims they can                         a necessary skill for uncover the reverence.                         successful hypothecating and in the scripts that                       (buying)poetry-creation outta nothing, life straight hands me,                          tell them what thy want to hear, for collection & correction,           and they’ll call you laureate,                       secretarial transcribing,                        instead of good listener binding, typo correction                       or just a keen observer-fakir mundane are the tasks,                          just take what they give ya, that’s all them muses ask,                     dress it like Joseph in a don’t interfere, taken what’s given,     coat of many colors, bow, curtsy, show respect,                     don’t let on your plagiarism treat its aspects/instincts correctly       is all them, redressed legally you’re just the pass through agent,   true you, gotta be smart about it, patient for no payment expected,    variant spellings, swinging verbs, be our adherent, not our truant,      be discreet, they’ll call your script we appoint don’t disappoint,          a real keeper and give love or sun, accept our patent, render legit        mucho poem emojis accoladeya as for this reverence thinge        devil in a blue dress, walk the streets if I do my job ok, on any day,     grabbing snatches of overhearings, any poem could save a life,        pressed into a single tunic, you think, if I get the commas placed,         he a genius, knows my thinking, just right, the periods period,     exactly,  what a great poet and while obeying the speed limit    con/hu-man par excellent them muses so **** pleased     even fool muses, too full themselves, by this true confession released, muses who think we stink and and self deprecation,                     couldn’t do it without them they call me reverend,                   great pretenders by stealing imagine them silly folk,                everything in everybody and calling a big fat liar.                       all thieves and cape riders, reverend, duh, the end                 original liars, pants on fire before midnight and after 3:20am April 7~8, two oh nineteen any message you send becomes my intellectual property, fool....
sometimes two poems intersect as you write them side by side, related, distant cousins
nat-lipstadt
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
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