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Let me explain, it's all about a boy a boyish, fine summers day a day for horseflys sweat dripping off him and he wants the pool death dripping of it and it wants the boy standing in smoggy groggy centers of waste and ignorance the temperature has reached the proximity of hell "hello" it says and turning, naive and naked, he waves "waving horses don't fly but flys horse around..." it grins "especially big ones like me' seduced, the boy asks "why do they horse?" and it stares, "do you really want to know?"" come over here" and here that fly lightly carresses the skin so as not to be swatted away "this isn't so fun...so funny.." so fundamental teaching goes on on his flesh BITE!!!!! and fly away it was hazy...lazy... crazy and that boy stood dreaming at the pool... dreamed... or seemed?? "hot and humid " says the whether man to whether or not weathered it hurts. the gargoyle |
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