Glutton Long Ago
7-11-20
Calling Carl Schmirt
Ready to get with it
Seeing this as an improvement
From where I come
By the death of the snare drum marking
Mainly noble for would stained glass
Where we have crass all in the furrows
Looking smeared as moveless arid dank as our scinilating spark
Setback only in my head for crowns in the twined clementine limbs
For sundish candles remembering the fools for our fresh baptism
Introducing the shilling around dues of you's
Leaving still just how to come and look about....
Annare
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