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Oct 2013
Small changed,
Ball changed,
muppets dancing,
They're doing the ***!
This was once perceived as an order to ****.  
In my head, it's simply muppets dancing.
There's a polaroid photo, the filtre leaked.
And we were all dead.
The Vise Princess left for Dead.
Just another callous amusement.
The illusionist *speaks* through young women,
with broken hearts, fractured minds, and sutred wombs.
These words waltz to a rhythm older than ice.
      


                              The Mancius Wobbly Girls, 1986

Original drafting of this poem can be found in the Dallas Times Herald Archives under Yolanda Smith & M. Elizabeth Bond
Yolanda Smith
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Yolanda Smith  The house I grew up in
(The house I grew up in)   
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