I SHIED AWAY
FROM MACLAMITE
And there never was any turning back -
song of the June moon, tune of the distant
loon, everywhere, everywhere, laughter
discounts darkness. I was once a doctor
with hide.
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The jury went out on me, and never came
back. I sat there until my term was up,
but never knew what that term to be came
to be : meters and backyards, all together.
This nightmare of a Princeton lawn
continues. I knew that lady well
before she had a house to sell.
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In 1967, this was an antiques shop - so
don't give me no crap about churches or
local missions. They sold old crap for
extra dollars. Just like now; except
this time it's the house itself, and
50 years later. Jesus K. Rist how
time flies. Lordy so, and again,
how all this time just flies.
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(I've shied away from maclamite
and all those marble eyes).
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