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In time, Her blue eyes turned to amber, Gaining serenity at the expense of dazzle, She was, in short: Diminished? You know, the proverbial red, Red rose misplacing its hue? Over time, becoming the times that Try men’s souls--as they say— Particularly in times like ours. Life at the Vicarage: an in-depth, Stunningly frank & brutal TRIP 4-2. Surely, the falcon & falconer Out of range of each other, at last. Share drowned innocence, Sans conviction, intense & passionate, An in-depth study--if you will— If you won’t, **** YOU!*** A close encounter of mutual Self-loathing & contempt. Soon the blood-dimmed tide, Mere anarchy loose as a goose. I speak of a time without pretense: Armed-black-militants Killing-white-cops? Are you ******** me? Who has time to investigate A simple case of what could or Could not be spousal homicide. But I digress. Blood in the streets? We haven’t seen that **** Since Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver & Huey P Newton stalked the earth. “Lord, Oh God!” we wonder. “Deliver us a savior. Rescue Us. Rescue Me."
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
“Gray Panthers”
In time, Her blue eyes turned to amber, Gaining serenity at the expense of dazzle, She was, in short: Diminished? You know, the proverbial red, Red rose misplacing its hue? Over time, becoming the times that Try men’s souls--as they say— Particularly in times like ours. Life at the Vicarage: an in-depth, Stunningly frank & brutal TRIP 4-2. Surely, the falcon & falconer Out of range of each other, at last. Share drowned innocence, Sans conviction, intense & passionate, An in-depth study--if you will— If you won’t, **** YOU!*** A close encounter of mutual Self-loathing & contempt. Soon the blood-dimmed tide, Mere anarchy loose as a goose. I speak of a time without pretense: Armed-black-militants Killing-white-cops? Are you ******** me? Who has time to investigate A simple case of what could or Could not be spousal homicide. But I digress. Blood in the streets? We haven’t seen that **** Since Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver & Huey P Newton stalked the earth. “Lord, Oh God!” we wonder. “Deliver us a savior. Rescue Us. Rescue Me."
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
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