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By B.K. Date: 2004 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.20.13.11.28530]] |
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Lately the words Are jammed tight Within the light of me I feel that if I hiccup To the left or right Twelve love poems A song of woe And a novel Idea might come flying out of me So I'm buttoning my lip up tight Till I know exactly What this muse Wants so fervently To SCREAM about me bk |