slow coatch poem

[nickspide]

some say that he will not say
that he lifts the crises beneath himself
he freaky as the moon
he who dances with blanche's phantamagoria at night
those he kitts and play's the gloon
he dous not work that way
he dous not speak nor letter my voice
why isn't he not more my way
cous i see the beady's of his glittering truth

and that not it..that's just that

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