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Feb 2013
It’s the time to call me  out
To the top of the world
Where I can see
These
All these people!
Here they are lisetening to every word I have to give
With open mouths and empty stomachs,
They let me ****** my sould down their mouths,
Down their throats, through their stomachs,
And into their souls.
So that they know me
So that there shall be no more failure to see eye to eye
You and I will both have a full grasp
A full knowledge
And wisdom
To one another
From one man to the next!
It pains me! I want this so, I must have this joining of souls!
These are painful words
Don’t get me wrong,
I must leave before I fall, for there are many more to be had here on this earth,
So long, so many, so much, so
What?
Thompson George
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