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Post by thefleetsin on Apr 11, 2017 21:55:44 GMT
dorothy and the prancing pony parade
the courtiers had all been paid, as the velvet carpets were being laid, along the colonnade, where the king would spade the earth for the furnaces to be laid.
as all his plans fell into place why even the stars in their outer space were said to shout a fervent grace when the blitzkrieg came like a swirling rain and no one alive would ever be the same.
and as she watched the prancing ponies carting all the kings cronies dorothy knew it was only a matter of time til the bill of rights was shredded baloney.
sjw 04/11/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the witches among the wolves circling the camp fires.
from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems
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