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Byronic urgeI found a scrap of paper, on which was written: Byronic urge to which I think I said "I'm no Byron" Don Juan Sweet Childe in time "and when not meditating probably wanking" Garden 0 Sylph Quick white breast amongst the tussocks Deep in the forest ". must to India" A distant calling in his heart yearning - not knowing - feeling a word - unyielding - to & fro-ing foot to dusky India Foot to Morris Olford dusty soul planted ! B A M indigo blue thought he found his lover a stroller fig plum under believe - twitch train and bus to Ganesh & that thing yeah what would he find? perpetua & the answer in I N D I A train through rocky graze & punch rails opposite a man in linen who spake of Ireland a convent there a refined air around me towers rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul didn't bother me at all a well a fish I stood and dropped my mind in - the fish ate it all my thoughts went through the fish's guts it was lively it was velveteen fifteen inch spanner portwine news how to hold on to the figurine? how to print the news today? Rhymes for a mood, 2007 |
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