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Sep 2011
We have time on our youth,
inches on our throat.
We have cleaned for years.

We swell to cry,
this does not fix us.

Flatter our unsoiled volitions!
Gorge our empty stomachs—
Martinet, our Big Brother!

We have cleaned for years.
“Clean til I say—
Satisfied.”
Written by
Paul Costa  Gadsden, Alabama
(Gadsden, Alabama)   
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