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PENCHANTS

 

  The wind, rooster without a head.

          Dashes insanely

 Shaking the leaves, which tear away

 And follow wildly in a dark dismay.
    
© "glo-po" 2001


    Stomachs are for nothing                   
When digestion ceases.
    Marble bread and marble butter 
Finally negate the gut's organic stutter.


  Thoughts of a Sculptor's Soul 
      
  I'm not afraid of terror
  I'm not afraid of grief
  The only thing that scares me
  Is lack of bas relief.

The wind, rooster without a head. Dashes insanely Shaking the leaves, which tear away And follow wildly in a dark dismay.

Stomachs are for nothing When digestion ceases. Marble bread and marble butter Finally negate the gut's organic stutter.

Thoughts of a Sculptor's Soul I'm not afraid of terror I'm not afraid of grief The only thing that scares me Is lack of bas relief.

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