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Weeping Zaire, her Bleeding Flannel blew Over the Land this Serenity bequeath What happened, then, to the Children you knew Took out their Armites; And shot Mercy beneath Salt from their Riches they greatly export And infected your Brothers in the Dark With Mums, Flesh-Spermed Tales of Horror consort Lost all but their Shelled Samples in the Park Our Dear Hands sprout! And cry to Heaven's Name Asking the Saviour when this Madness ends As the Radio's Red Tape is all just the same, All just Light-Shows; But very few Amends. These Congo Apes weep black at the Event Not just the Brother; But Habitat meant.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
SONNET FEATURE NUMBER SEVEN
Weeping Zaire, her Bleeding Flannel blew Over the Land this Serenity bequeath What happened, then, to the Children you knew Took out their Armites; And shot Mercy beneath Salt from their Riches they greatly export And infected your Brothers in the Dark With Mums, Flesh-Spermed Tales of Horror consort Lost all but their Shelled Samples in the Park Our Dear Hands sprout! And cry to Heaven's Name Asking the Saviour when this Madness ends As the Radio's Red Tape is all just the same, All just Light-Shows; But very few Amends. These Congo Apes weep black at the Event Not just the Brother; But Habitat meant.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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