Sunday, September 4, 2011

Rat whines, adhering to glue floor.

I wonder if Joseph Mengele, too, awoke in the orange juice sun and wondered if that pocketful of posies in bed
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Wasn't really the emissary of love's true heaven.
Sadly, and likely without a feather of regret, he detected in himself

A yes: Yes, courrier.

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