"I have found no cure for the sick."
William Carlos Williams
though I speak of how now the plunder bows
your hearts have run threads through to reason
the pulpits have asked for your reason yet row
raise mastheads to beaters scurry when on
you've learned them to speak in compound redress
that fills up the voters with dream power
taught a few tools how to wrench and address
the fact that it's still taking over. mac tec
automatic frills on the haywire
fringe dating classics as nullified true
what tolls bells will mire in attire
tune forks to the palette of esquire
were subscribers when time asked a minute
your dreams are something no one can trigger
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