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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Good Man Down

Good Man Down

If he do nothing new,
he will tread and drown.
If he ape goat and drake,
he shall wear the crown
of the cloven kingdom
of the wrinkled frown,
of the expostulate,
safe until he down.

If he do nothing new,
he will know reknown
as the late man of prate,
poor but on the town,
with his girlie squirming
hot inside her gown,
and his face froze in place,
smiling when he down.
Posted by johncarroll at 10:21 AM

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