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MOTECUHZOMA My lowly hoop of servile sycophants             Arise to stands of judges, triple-tiered,             Grave, gyral, escalating arbiters,             Who shake their damnatory, hooded heads             At me- Their blotch, their convict, and their prey,              Caught in their spotlight of interrogation,             To twitch and quiver in disclosure’s sight.             And now, what plan can salvage my appeal?
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
The Floral War 2:8:106-13
MOTECUHZOMA My lowly hoop of servile sycophants             Arise to stands of judges, triple-tiered,             Grave, gyral, escalating arbiters,             Who shake their damnatory, hooded heads             At me- Their blotch, their convict, and their prey,              Caught in their spotlight of interrogation,             To twitch and quiver in disclosure’s sight.             And now, what plan can salvage my appeal?
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
david-betten
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
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