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This greasy tale is ninety-seven years old & lives on tobacco It finds stars in tin cans & sells them to Priests with ambitions to govern universes & The clever rain witnesses fratricide & this Universe pivots & sways & The only virgin among the stars dons the red bra & this is enough to make rocks supple * The queen in the tunnel Reaches the grass The man with the whistle * Giorgione rejoiced greatly in his thirty-fourth year Swam, idyllic & nude, stuffed Venice under his bed Slowly, tantalisingly bestowed kisses & Chose Jupiter; A life Still rather dignified & poetic |
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