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( she ) :::: (                               (              •                                •                                )                                ) she thought there was love here but she heard wrong ///              /// ( but there ain't no cryin ) |||| all the love poems Stuffed in a dumpster in an alley ! ( even these                                  Start to stink ) •• All the writers of the love poems Are now staggering thru empty streets • ( alas ) • " I knew I shoulda gone into politics "                    ---- I hear them say •• Vacant lots in the inner cities Where the homeless await The bullets of the police man •• As the acid rain falls down As the radiation eats our bones away As wussy and tussy fornicate Behind the cafeteria She ...... Comes down from the high hills •••• Come Let us go meet her on the road Let us be Pure Water ! Let us follow her wherever she goes Let us awaken from this trance - like slumber Let us vow to know Real Love free from the chains that twisted words make Out of the sanctity of true experience And re-seed the world With humanity And human dignity And grace And ( yes ) Poems of Love
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
from the high hills walkin down
( she ) :::: (                               (              •                                •                                )                                ) she thought there was love here but she heard wrong ///              /// ( but there ain't no cryin ) |||| all the love poems Stuffed in a dumpster in an alley ! ( even these                                  Start to stink ) •• All the writers of the love poems Are now staggering thru empty streets • ( alas ) • " I knew I shoulda gone into politics "                    ---- I hear them say •• Vacant lots in the inner cities Where the homeless await The bullets of the police man •• As the acid rain falls down As the radiation eats our bones away As wussy and tussy fornicate Behind the cafeteria She ...... Comes down from the high hills •••• Come Let us go meet her on the road Let us be Pure Water ! Let us follow her wherever she goes Let us awaken from this trance - like slumber Let us vow to know Real Love free from the chains that twisted words make Out of the sanctity of true experience And re-seed the world With humanity And human dignity And grace And ( yes ) Poems of Love
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jeffrey-robin
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
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