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Jun 2016
Ink ran down my arm,
followed soon thereafter by blood.

"Don't judge a book by its cover."
but why then, do we cover them with art?

I wish to be bound in leather,
and printed upon so people know exactly what these pages are about.
Written by
Edgar Gordon
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   PJ Poesy, --- and ---
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