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Dec 2016
Stroke the boney-smooth
boney smooth

Clean

The further West we go,
the further Right to the beginning

Cleansed

clenched fists
angry thoughts, centered on...

Caucasian

???

...the fluttering

shaking

Turner it around,
Merry-Go-Round

skin stretched tight
muscles, display

On the Farm with Ole MacDonald
I live

<radio>

Storm on horizon, lightning split the air,
thunder crack the night now,
'Cause we're always there.
You know Eight Owl's sittin'
stand in a council everywhere?
Forget your hopes see the future now,
Aryan teeth are bared.


I drive past a sign for Trump.
David John Mowers
Written by
David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
(43/M/Raleigh)   
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