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Free Grass (7 Haiku)

March 11, 2011


There was, hungering,
compacted, come sweet Death, we
have no different!


Roll on, Death!  Brown is
fuel to conservatives!
O Death!  Their rich blood!


In life, consuming,
suffering, factories, are
not made any more.


Democratic tools
gave ordinary people
the Mississippi!


My works, brewing and
not wanted, the glow, the life
of the most money.


My brain, thou pulse, and
my sweet love, for you, I swear
at conservatives.


My head, blossoms and
am happy, again, and am
content with myself.




Free Culture, Lawrence Lessig
Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

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