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Gord

2017-11-17 03:18 pm
Tattoo on her arms, postured,
Flippantly she remarks of nonsense,
Tense with feigned confidence,
A world over marching pasture.
Presume their charms poor,
Slipping of mudpiles immense,
Loose with large boulders,
Earth nobler than it is dumb.
They resume opportune position,
Posturing of nonsense distant,
Less limbs and less benediction,
Ammunition less firearms existence.

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