Manic, no, I fear not
Obscene to this eye
Never do I look upon that
Dirty pile of rags
Apart from this grace abounding
Yellow, Red, Brown, Black runs the blood
Agape rings in my ears
Grasping to every part
Again I here a whispering
Innocent at the least
Not soon to be changed
Monday, October 6, 2008
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