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Dec 2012
“It doesn’t feed you bread,”
My father, trying to help me said,
And through,
I was left all of a heap:
A imbrued with poison sword,
Is better than an imbue word.
Mahmoud Elbouhaissi
Written by
Mahmoud Elbouhaissi  florida
(florida)   
433
   Fragano Ledgister and Anon C
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