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Mar 2016
She does so give the go by, for the attention I once did hunger for. Yet

soon I shall indulge with spirit high, in the spirits of bluish red, which

made me merry in days before, that may have otherwise -consumed me,

in hatred, or sadness: but one day-I know not which-I may seek this

this very day with gladness overflowing, overflowing my clear glass which glints in

the lime-light, that she attempts to steal once more, and this too shall

pass, past my lips goes the grapes of wrath, which I myself do pour, a

reference to Revelation; and a gift from beyond Steinbeck's sepulcher.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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