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Knell is actually a great word (6/21/2015)
mischief measured in brigades
overgrown innocence, painting
and dancing, arm-over hand grenades
wield the strength of a thousand ants
to capture picnics, dine and dash
fleeing like sand, chasing like chance
guilted hands, worn as boxing gloves
forever stung by dogcatchers, becoming
immune to poison chatter and stairtop shoves
laugh it off like staggering r...
Monday 22nd June 2015 2:21 am
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