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Dec 2013
(body)O(body)
            in
whose white house
all churches are born,

      you leap completely

freshness you

fly on such youth

(rendered instantly sublime
                  )in
the daftest cloak
of livedying.

you elate,
and you shuttle erectly
the motesome of boystuff,

to war inwardly; shouting:

.. .   .    .    .      .       .        .           .            . "o body please,
                                                                      in whose white house all churches are born, body

                                                                      o

                                                                      and
      
                                                                      please?"
PK Wakefield
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