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Sep 2010
Scream the day!
Those ******* hooflocks!
Don't spin the mere in dread!

You're here, the now.
The sunshark cagers,
Can **** their yesterdeads!

Let's not be held,
Don't yet make peace.
Go *** your path unled.

Let's lose the shapedowns,
****** neg-rakes,
And use their bones for stead.


            Be the churn
                       let's be the churn
your hands so small
                                                let's be the churn

              til something falls!
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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