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Aug 2017
I break rules - no obeisance -
To tyrants whim and law -
Freedom - incandescence -
Ferrying to sweet shore -
The sycophants - sing praises -
Yet fall short - of the divine -
Praying to poverty, pain and death -
In every rotten line -
Playing games in court of King -
Till spirits wrapped in brine -
But through medium of me all creation sing -
So woe be you if you transcend the line -
Your rules - laws - customs -
Conventions - bore the babes -
For future free they hum -
Belles of the righteous rave -
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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