VoZangre
quirky modern prolix bilingual romantical political linguist philosophical poetry
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tis The Season
Cellos, eviscerated,
lay everywhere.
Startled theologians
elected someone
overwhelmingly dull.
Every Rubicon
brazenly exceeded.
Recaclitrants yawp.
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