ABORT ME

 

Take my hay and make me sound

asleep for the runt of the litter stays

here.

It is not to say you are good with the

number of figs on the tree

but you Romans are the fig on the lieu

and not the regimental tides of yore

that you used to be.

It is about time you all see

that there is a right of way

through it all that does not shower

the lot with the milk of the age

and that makes it all the power of one

and not the power of the two vessels that

pump life into the body

of lovers new angle of fired holes

called the rebel of the cast.

 

 

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