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Emily Claire Phipps

Updated: Mon, 8 Aug 2016 09:31 pm


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In a temporary world it is important to write, to show the world we exist and that we have a voice.


The Village Idiot Listen here, She cut off her ear my dear, her ear. My dear, She cut of her ear! But now I can only shout so loud, She might not be able to hear- Dreadful as the pie at noon You know it will never be apple, Grapes that ripen at sour spoon The prostitute left the chapel. Duke, the duke howls the horn Twit too-woo The night is now dawn. Blinking eyes follow my stocks, Throwing rotten eggs Tomatoes and rocks. Bells are ringing it’s a puritan age Jesse James buckled her boots, Traditional ale and heaven scent sage The joker choked at the sight of the noose-

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