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it's a dog'n'pony show on the midway... all aglow, twinkling lanterns overhead... caravans, a narrow bed... where the lions and the lambs take their rest under the covers.... hear a flock of purple plovers cogitate, now, with the others.... some are friends and some are lovers.... all the hearts are bleeding freely some on fire, others nearly extinguished.... still, yearning, dearly for a diurnal expression... ..sing-song waves of true confession that get stuck in the doorjambs
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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