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HEYπŸ’Found some old poetry.missing out on the way it's written but I did ...

God salv the queen is it untrue douth God not a dog bitten and barken and shaken its tail chasing and fetch and sleeping like a log play and catch with the moon and running like hell sins of our fathers the whole godamn pack walking on toilet bow water holy knickknack patty whack Embark in y old Tales From tone bring us Tidings of pee and joy go ahead give the god a bone then Deliver Us from Evil there good boy on the paper and roll away the stone style bang bang and play and dead all up in all them asses a while self-righteous

get ahead it's all Goods then up to G it gives us Tidings of P good boy off the leash get right back on it flesh upon flesh and squeaky toy Adam and Eve and even a snake nor on that rib and growl Thy word make no sense or godamn mistake chasing cars into a chevr relay heard seeing I Windows into the soul share speaking in tongues and then hanging them out head in thy in which thy wind in thy hair find in the way home from sniffing the root the look on the lick of faces tug and War give and take in inhumane human races sit speak beg anhake splitting hairs over a carrot running around in Out Of Reach dreams loyally watch and always aware it is all in love and it is as it seems s