Louis Borgo

'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! ,
I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling.
Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! ,
Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
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The forest that sign wood sign of death
Would you like to hear more
Rig among a tree
Laugh among a breeze take it to colder
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a song of purification rip her lips,
like thunder on a mountain,
that whisper oh listen...
thoughts of passion,
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If the twelve of night was a castle of light's,
this be the latern,
to bless tommorow's light,
Sight be the reason why you sparke this night. (till dust till dawn)
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Moon said to the Sun,
Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son.
Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.
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So as Rumor has it there are this special breed of children called Indigo Children supposal there suppose To take us in the next phrase of human evaluation-

Rumor has it there was suppose none born before 1990
Rumor also has it that this kids are genius in Arithmetic and Written
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Dear Luv,
I write to stop this pedals of tears,
Far from falling over,
Never the less this,
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No citizen has become a politician and no politician was not a citizen
That is Right Of Citizenship which is the fourteen amendment
I think legislature and parliament does the best they can under the
Circumstance but it comes a point of Leader and what know as Leadership
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The right; tear of a mountain tear,
A portrait of a landscape years of tactile up rise,
Seeing is, believing an alpinist had ties to tithes of a higher life.
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I do not wish to become bibilical but this text require careful wording, what is a true friend with a kindom of wolfs and over sheperd by demons, wait is this ficition, eyes that hold shelter to black skull to a new up rising, birds that hymn that heal with whistles of love of crimes, that is all on film or maybe we all are guest, looking for gravity.

Everyman is made different so a silly superstition would say but what would true making of a man, take pain and the up most rooting of lost land, mimic it as quick sand, we start to man and fan to tans and this here eyes are a shame to cry because who is left here to a dress man but a man.
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Word on the street good day and good morning it’s a gorgeous day
penetrate it’s a glorious day,

A chip of glove of the golf shoe a Helios day perhaps it will be and eagle to cut the fare way.
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As the wind blows the sun is surely to come,
and sweep you off you re feet,

Passive as the night to carry us to our sweet,
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Sit in the class wait for class to start it is going to be a beautiful day
I have a list of question to ask the teacher since supper
Oh look a substituted teacher I guess I read the dictionary in Latin
The rule to remember never remember word but the word root
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Question
Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive
I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school
It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just stare at
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Water to salt to that there stire,
of pots and grits,

Cry to yam to ham, to near yes i am,
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Sight by day raid by night how could this two things be so a like
Mounted by pain torn by decision but reflection the same night
But see to know right but never to question the road to a map
How destiny a line as day to night
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I remember it was this self made millionaire that was paying his employees in bitcoins

My first question was not he was a millionaire but how in the world did he know about bit coins in high
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If one is to say they are lost for words
Unto who is of the lost words that is the attraction.

Patient is that out of sorting words
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Quote the man of the poet and when the rain is gone can you say you enjoy the journey,
Or do you have live a lifetime to take in the stories,

They said it take century after the poets past for them to get recongonze a good poet
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Why Are You So Hurt
Can I explain today is a difference day,
But the same old excused.
“Why Are You So Hurt”,
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