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The lightweight
Champion rubbed his posse's
Backs, patted their chintzy seas
Of blue robes. A woman's bastion
In biblical times, the hue was won
By careful quarrels?

(Railed at his mother
Or sovereign sis?)

His roles
Were not reversed in time's cute
Tea tray, more that they transmute
To wanting rules.
Alas--why not, when sapphire jewels
Have stroked skin?
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Tea Tray
Date: Thursday, 2nd July 2009 @ 01:09:30 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: screwge
Consecrate,
The lightweight
Champion rubbed his posse's
Backs, patted their chintzy seas
Of blue robes. A woman's bastion
In biblical times, the hue was won
By careful quarrels?

(Railed at his mother
Or sovereign sis?)

His roles
Were not reversed in time's cute
Tea tray, more that they transmute
To wanting rules.
Alas--why not, when sapphire jewels
Have stroked skin?
He, scrawny, blue melanin.

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