Grovel you dirty mongrel
Grovel you dirty mongrel of easy going
never touching the perfect purple sky
where the guitar just don't seem to know
the limit of enclosing blue shortcomings
wrapping its arms around the best of intentions.
Geiger's of the true anarchistic sort
flow in waves with an aftermath
never reposing nor repossessing
the sanctity of the in veracity spoken
words of current presentuality.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 00:02
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