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Jul 2014
More recent causes be
to blame; resting was not
as easy as resisting. A cold,
cooled viper soiled fangs,
once so seemingly beautiful
objection too.  Of dangerous,
ordinary.  "Ists, ists, ists,...."
continually, stomach, belly,
hand, foot, neck, brain, every
temporal sought try, emnity.  
The 5th, fours, poets counting
3 beats and 2 bars,... ONE Langston, Kerouac,
Thurston, any true scientologist.  "Ists."
The trite moekein bird song had treated,
and debt was emnity.
wehttam
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