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Posted by on Jun 12, 2007

Clever little statue

Clever little man

perched high.

Calculated rhythms of the passers-bye

Blind you to these raptures of earth

for all that is worth.

The fevers of the heart, passioned bickering,


as magnanimous as the spindly air.

The force, the might

unable to reckon with the light.

So there you sit

and ignore my fit.

You shit.

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