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"hurry or we'll late.
it's 10
, congregation waits."
hole in knee jeans tossed
2 day old flannel on top
dressing fancy, such cost,
patted on head
smelling perfume on lace handkerchief
seeing stones, defining dead.
knew i'd elbowed if fell asleep
after touted, aloud
castle keep.
took 1 more , there deer paused
turned stare, waved, thought
god, cause.
"hurry or we'll late. it's 10 , congregation waits." hole in knee jeans tossed 2 day old flannel on top dressing fancy, such cost, patted on head smelling perfume on lace handkerchief seeing stones, defining dead. knew i'd be...
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