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Some might call you a beast. Yet I love you the most because you’re not like the rest. You’ve been dug like a hole is dug by a dog, but you’ve risen—like a mole on someone’s back. You’re a rock on a log resembling a frog, and you’re ugly as a hag riding a hog. You come to me in my dreama screaming... Sign in to see full entry.

Small hands, small feet Rhymes make me sleepy Rhythms run to beat Deep in the south my friends are all white slow are the passions that black fires ignite Tainted tongues talking trash All iterative idiocy White trailer park boys bent both ways on their forked path fly in the face of the truth Silly... Sign in to see full entry.

Every itch needs some Scratch! A Five-Act Dreama Prologue Zulu spirit sainted-down by Exaltation’s smitten crown. File process, dye Farce with colors of Parson’s Dreams…: Dream I Once upon a mid-West Totem where the Raven Westward looks my old caress fell like a pilgrim who had lost his favorite... Sign in to see full entry.