surrounded by wildfire, by Mary Magdalene
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it's smokey
that's all you can
decipher
let's fight for
our village
our fucking poodles
and their dog treats
you fucking
californians
you're all the same
when the stampede comes
you're front and
dead center
you've spent her
from top to fucking below
now forgive her
for being so slow
to respond
but she was just
busy laughing
in that patch of trees
with her matches
on her knees |
Posted: 2008-06-27 02:54:00 UTC |
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