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Ten Lines From My Distant College Days
"Curse 'em,
disperse 'em,
those enemies'
attacks will never cease;
never respect your peace.
Too shadowy and covert to tell
apart, but all things will be made well
when God deigns to release
their blasphemous souls to hell."
---ShellySand,
"Seating Fresh Brewed Tea In A Long Standing Queue"
A toothless big mouth, with a gummy bite,
can never deliver that much of a slight;
unless you grant it permission to
do so. But take off each confining shoe,
and in long grass, your dark socks absorb the dew.
But deflect and ignore abuse---
especially theirs---which no more demeans
than the look of frayed cuffs on your baggy jeans---
the fraying there put
during your long walks across the campus, barefoot.
Starward
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