"We are but a moment's sunlight
fading in the grass"
--The Youngbloods, "Get Together"
My Flowers To Those Who Love Peace.
what spoiled chances tinchelled
chimp-questionnaire glairy
built as a halt boxcar
bonegate with a tone arm
defunct mall where mocked-at
messages are resting
too much of the turmoil
taps on eclipse rhapsodes
fangles a beast bargain
One voice that would be silenced.
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