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Aug 2019
Go play with pale and trembling
taunt them early agers who turn grey at thirty-five
ain't got a continuous back nothing ghostly about me and mine
shot your guns and fire arrows of steel watch me laugh at asinine
naked attractions and see their problems and its indeed ugly things
go find rabbis and save for extensions otherwise spill your hate
its all you've got.
Oh a nine in hand and just as good as when twenty one
take a look see ageless and a shinning gloss with no wrinkles
watch that mind as sharp as blade, balanced erudte hail the good
simmer in your coven and cast your spells
Merlin did not hide underground
as ghostly cowards, poor in minds, poor in land
stunted tools for stunted tools
what else to do for shams
in whiter shades of pale.....
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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