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Jul 31
power corrupts, happy
even or evening in
poetry-the urge to go on
and on-like the falling rain
or a moment for two spheres saying
hello-well you can imagine..

happy,says he can and
scoots across the carpet on
his ***-as an affirmative..
written spontaneously in about two minutes or less.to king crimson..and the sheltering sky..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
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