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Aug 2014
fingers,
on strings,
pound the beat,
a rhythm in rings,
serenades in complete,
a glass tilts within my fingers,
quaff beneath overnight heat.
to waft subliminal desires,
and colloquious deceit,
pretentious smiles,
innocuous beat,
fill café isles,
complete,
vile.
Francis Patrick McNulty
Written by
Francis Patrick McNulty  Easton, Md
(Easton, Md)   
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