LATTER-DAY SAINT
Let me say something privately to you:
listen close for the shock will wear off
later and you'll hardly remember what
you'll think I've said. It's a nice-enough
day, and all those bizarre and non-utilitarian
flowers are blazing. A few fat bumble-bees,
I see, are even out already - looking for
that work they have to do. (I want
to stick my shank inside of you).
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