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Age minus 9

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To:       My happy birthday makers

That night you both were

Givers and takers


I the child in a coral colored honeycomb cradle

Conceived in the mantle of my makers father

When lust laid restless, rested in my mothers ruble

When tunes screamed fire from an organ bone

In the hole dug deep of emotional wet roundness

Spun the earths first round, creating me

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this is very retro. i like!

Soi-Disant, The Blue Roof

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