Get into hearts …if you need to be in most chats …as all hats …fall for your congratulatory back pats II Do not hire a bulldozing force …to break into hearts …they’ll die before one of your big toes feels their lands Do not use wool of pretence to cover your wolfness …because of fame […]
Strange range Change arranges not emotions It scatters to litter in bitter happiness Or happy bitterness Like a painter who is colour blind Then carves familiarity like a new wife And makes all humans new husbands II strange range Wigs were once wicked spirits’ possessions Which needed days of emptied stomachs To deliver in heavenly […]
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