.


They tell me of their love so piously

;;


Of their pawing

Of their snorting

Of their ******* and *******

And time in ... The hay !

( like anyone should give a **** )


•

We don't

•


But the trite poetry rolls on and on

While the minds of poets simply atrophy


)(

ain't no tomorrow without a today

••

No fruit without a seed

)(


The unfolding of the universal Dream

the deepest feeling

Needs the deepest meaning

the strongest heart

The truest fate


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