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By Jack Joseph Smith
He said he was
My friend, must spinn it to cleanth
Drunk in wind
Slight, therefore of wit
The love of Nenis Nin we knew, after time,
Did we ever take apart our troubles
Silence has not to do with silver
When we lose Life spinning the long parts of the bridge
To kill is good as gold
Watch the ring
watch a worse story told
Clean is not necesxarly good
unhinged wild without chime
Great Song without song
Music without ear
never dearly done,
while gouge