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"compounders" poems
framers and confounders, gold-sifting pitch-shifting plagiarist compounders, dreamer cells -- all stragglers and strollers; trollers, ex-tollers, frontier comptrollers... was a pupil for a day, gave two eyes for an A, said "I'll tell you what I see just tell me what to say" 2 fore thoughts 2 free thoughts of sons of freed slaves, think tanks and barnacles abound: I see twenty-six characters in need of an author to try me line by line 'til beseeched and swayed I reach the antithesis
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
a small genetic verse