SPEAKING OF
Speaking of...the ankle bracelet
of the mind, the house-arrest in
Paradise, I've never had any of
that. I've lived alone most all
my days, in a colored-stone
glory of oneness.
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My beak is gracious and I
atone for nothing. The slender
lines on my face and fingers
are just age, not wisdom. If
it were the other way around,
I'd think I'd be in favor.
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Heretofore. Useless. Me.
Speaking of....
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