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The prize The prize That was not the prize There is a hot sting not to wear gold Nor silver, nor copper, nor soft satin There is a gnawing hunger Not to gain, Check, Dollar, Nor nickel. But The prize The prize Those were not the prize I crave that first voice That tongue dancing my song Those lips kissing my ink Those teeth chewing in ecstasy The words I wrote Just me
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
The Prize
The prize The prize That was not the prize There is a hot sting not to wear gold Nor silver, nor copper, nor soft satin There is a gnawing hunger Not to gain, Check, Dollar, Nor nickel. But The prize The prize Those were not the prize I crave that first voice That tongue dancing my song Those lips kissing my ink Those teeth chewing in ecstasy The words I wrote Just me
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M_Grant_Teague
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
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