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Sep 2023
what?
what-what?
today what?

she put on her docs
and a top hat
a red ribbon

for a perfect throat-
the persecution
hypocrisy

greed..
cruelty..
just upped sticks

o no
there are always goats
to scape

(and sent into the
wilderness
bearing our

sins..)
who was at the door?
paul dirac

from over the way
i invited him for
a smoke some time

donΒ΄t mind?
no, seems nice
quiet..

shy..kind of..
genius
i want to pick his

brain
what did he want
sugar..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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