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Sep 2010
******* by my repose
confined in these here clothes
why I’m here who honestly knows
perhaps to keep you on your toes

most likely to keep me on mine
involuntary impulses through my spine
to jolt my idle body back into line
a puppet posed to play fine

I will sever these said stings
so I may move on to grander things
move where love rarely stings
and the sky and moon often sings
Written by
Joseph Perales
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