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i shall be fair, He said, better, OrWell.
dustybottoms

God told me to awake anotherday
 1
He shall leave me like he found me,
 2
uncolor bleach skinned around my bristle,
 3
while beneath low clouds bishops foxtrot through parks-
 4
their white elephant festival.
 5
Catholic two dollar shoes hurt my feet
 6
as I walk, the leisure of Spokane, Washington.
 7
 
 
You can forget telescreens, Russian communism
 8
goldstein men, fondling money, angeldust.
 9
'I will have' (His eyebrows sunk, as Spoke) 'my Ownlife.
 10
My expressions will never tell, sunk into books.'
 11
 
 
"Oh, God, make up yourmind..."
 12

13 Aug 08

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i really like the play on words - OrWell - in the title

love lines 3 to 6 - great stuff
 — Mongrol

haha, He deserves some mockery, too, yes.
Gawdamn Gawdness.

life is never fair and that's the beauty of it
and this piece.
: )
 — fractalcore

i appreciate your kind words!
 — dustybottoms

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