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Nov 2010
bird song sweet
cool winds blow

upon corpses' cheeks

--

america!
(of spacious skies)

filled with chem-trails

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she "makes love" copiously
with anyone

stupid

--

in another lifetime
pure water

stuff of dreams

--

god is
"shedding his grace on america"

huh?

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Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Flower Scent
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