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A roomful of virgins Sat before me Ready for an auction. The bidding began. Allies, and other less noticeables Raised their paddles. Tensions mounted As the cannons were sold off, The arsenals grew with each arm, The bidders knew The value of money Decreases as anger rises. Truckloads of boots Emptied into The streets and homes. The auctioneer placed His cap on his head And left them counting In the snow.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Roomful of Virgins
A roomful of virgins Sat before me Ready for an auction. The bidding began. Allies, and other less noticeables Raised their paddles. Tensions mounted As the cannons were sold off, The arsenals grew with each arm, The bidders knew The value of money Decreases as anger rises. Truckloads of boots Emptied into The streets and homes. The auctioneer placed His cap on his head And left them counting In the snow.
francie-lynch
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
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