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[bodytext] => This is a memorial to the sun This is the option I choose Rather to run Rather to stay Would only cause the delay Enhance the foreplay The outcome I crave The result not favored In the order I remained centered The outdated agreement Was rendered, then wavered Who else but of course, The love that cherishes Like the lion’s stealthy roar Which optimizes the common nonsensical withdraw The opium dens in the forest duel the clumsy nicotine claw As nude parade through the village, encourages Silver beads traded, for a drunk dropped jaw Or so insensitive as to leave the shades tucked in the desk draw Yet to have this escape, way higher, above the governing law To add to you bewilderment, let me not pour, anymore, Then a shot of this hearty confusion Let me not rant and rave about the government Let me not poke holes in the cheese of this courageous excitement Let me add words, that incite and aggravate, who segregate individual involvement Elaborates on shortened circles of evolvement Let me cause the pollutants that are said to do such harm Show me the institution which can convince me with researched data to disarm I assure you there is no leakage, don’t act so freighted and effeminately alarmed The past of irregular outcomes, and unpardonable exceptions, have come and gone ___________________ _____________________________ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 302 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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