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The old peasant Lady Of cheeks gullied deep ‘N dreams sultry-tanned Sawn into the furrows Of hardest times, which The stylistic constraints Of the post-impressionist Van Gogh hid behind His vibrant bush strokes, But seeped as oil of toil In to the lap of the Earth And squats as the Deity Of all our moral codes.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
SQUAT GODDESS
The old peasant Lady Of cheeks gullied deep ‘N dreams sultry-tanned Sawn into the furrows Of hardest times, which The stylistic constraints Of the post-impressionist Van Gogh hid behind His vibrant bush strokes, But seeped as oil of toil In to the lap of the Earth And squats as the Deity Of all our moral codes.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
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