AT THE LINKS
Those who cross themselves while passing a church
are fools for sure - giddy with the jest of stupid love,
for something they neither see nor understand. Like blind
golfers shooting pillows at holes in the grass, senseless
deviants they are for certain. How different is sex for
money from sex for procreation only?
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Here then, take this away - You've got my battered mind
and valised heart already locked and sundered. I'm reading
stories of old Elizabethtown, things by Frank Thorne, all
those Sons of Liberty, revolting rascals, hiding out in
the Watchung Mountains nearby. Hidden copper mines
at the forests aby the site of today's Trap Rock Quarry.
What a shame it's all long gone; even the Freedom song.
You trade off one kind of control for another, I guess.
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