sweet jonny
or, dear boy; but lost
favorite son of Prince Stanly
of proudest men in his
big blackwool over coat
qouth the mourningdove:
“don’t forget to keep your chest warm”
High Shine: shoes with
buttons out not
on top
like, when we were kids
and thy grand est old oak
(deciduous forest green and brown like earth and like lust)
couldn’t, wouldn’t
shake us from
That Knowledge
right. and then
there always, is wrong
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