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I May Serve Me…

May 17, 2012

Thu May 17 17:13:14 2012

It means it wasn’t a thing
under the trees, he and
to be it from the
rest of the jail if
I may serve me more than
any escape from a white
flutter, then golden, then
these as he was simply and
solely, as I claps eyes on
you, he heat it is
well I got to business
he smiled, it came then and then
be it repeated, with my
share of songs about Ehren
on the corner where he was.

Texts analysed by Gnoetry0.2; several end-user regenerations:
James Joyce, Ulysses
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons
Mississippi Sheiks, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie McTell, Blues Lyrics

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One Comment leave one →
  1. May 18, 2012 7:57 pm

    Nice. Good movement. Very slippery like an amazing fish caught with my own hands. I really like the ending too.

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