On Exodus 23:7
8-23-17
Feeling invincible today
So I say and the devil says "You're a nutcase"
For Sanballat wroth for perfect minestrone broth
But why complain of our dark figure
In the forecastle joining my own Narcissus
In the crescendo of static set before you
Our choice of weal or woe
As staggering today short and sweet
For clusters of five and six
Building again the sheep gate
I've got horses to tame
For salivation cluster
And forecastle lamps
Tell the boatswain to just get real
Keeping far from a false matter.....
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