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Dec 2012
opened my mouth and the bigot was laid low-
under the bus;   that ******* fried in the afterglow...
told
he should read one book, or love someone.
caught off guard, told to explain dumb.
Yes !
I said that. trapped his idiot
in dead last rites.
listened to the spume of rude laws,
to refute his drone,
I said that his lips made words move
and the words hate
the landlord.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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