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They brought them from the hollar to the barge to the field ~ into the wallows in prayer skinny little pinkers cropped by ivory gates buzzed with hot wire hooked on bug worm whistling dixie around scrummers and **** pen peckers squawk down eden lane (nipping at jean lint and fraystring) deep in the hollows a mad crow (with steady tap) the snouts high on grunters and squealers stomping past the feather pack folded fingers on the gatekeeper (an engineer by trade they'd say) pigtails and slack line down the dusty lane a snap of the jawbone and lawn chairs settle (facing north) the bold script and chimes uneasy
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
these pigs have no neurosis
They brought them from the hollar to the barge to the field ~ into the wallows in prayer skinny little pinkers cropped by ivory gates buzzed with hot wire hooked on bug worm whistling dixie around scrummers and **** pen peckers squawk down eden lane (nipping at jean lint and fraystring) deep in the hollows a mad crow (with steady tap) the snouts high on grunters and squealers stomping past the feather pack folded fingers on the gatekeeper (an engineer by trade they'd say) pigtails and slack line down the dusty lane a snap of the jawbone and lawn chairs settle (facing north) the bold script and chimes uneasy
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
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