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That
soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick,
runs
the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If
asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips sli..
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Our prez is now Donald J TrumpWho has promised to clean out the sump Well he's certainly no wussy When groping a pussyWhat more to expect from a g..
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Awaking blithe each morning,with eyes upon the World,I wonder, are we mourningwith ebon flags unfurled �"or are they but a warning,some dr..
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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake �"roused p..
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My chambers teem with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,as bitter tears from amber e..
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Once wars were fought with sticks and stonesto flog the flesh and batter bonesand conquer lands, defending thrones -though gods provoke, not one atone..
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Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,but writ like runes on..
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Come join the unraveling circusquite soon to be passing our way,with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -line up as they lead us astray!Arriving, the ..
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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by windslowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrinedat the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned)som..
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Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon spacewith shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -her farewell smile I viewed ..
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