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Abscess/Obsess

October 18, 2011
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A manifest destiny Tackled

Son of wisdom quickly

appearing to reject quandary shackled

Unafraid of the phantom sickly

 

Motioned for the door to be unclasp

handing a resolute defeat unique

Drug behind horse, claps,

while all mighty citizens found antique

 

That time would bring period relief

agree that the hour had wounded

the innovative creative belief

sorely missed when inspiration pounded

 

Through open doors

left by many a Spanish Moor

singing to not be left forgotten

by a word expanding to contract, unfamiliar fruit,

lies

rotten


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